Spillwords Press today published my poem “Accident Allison” — about a certain accident-prone lady who means the world to me.
And their artist’s rendering captures her perfectly!
Spillwords Press today published my poem “Accident Allison” — about a certain accident-prone lady who means the world to me.
And their artist’s rendering captures her perfectly!
They’re the hornets of the plant kingdom, people.
Zero Stars.
Have you heard about that island in the Pacific where they found a row of mysterious, giant stone statues of butts?
They’re calling it Keister Island.
I am amazing. I really should have a cult following.
It’s Easter morning and a I just saw a bunny!
😀
How ironic that their nemesis should prove to be a WRITER.
[Raises an eyebrow Bondly]
Remember my post yesterday about David Duchovny’s 2028 presidential bid? That was an April Fool’s Day joke.
I might be losing my touch — I think I fooled almost NOBODY this year. Or maybe you people are just getting sharper in your old age.
Totally NOT an April Fool’s joke.
I’m singing the Polistes carolina blues.