THE ROSE OF HENRY
April 15, 2017
Henry’s rose bloomed in April. Henry bloomed in May. They planned to rule the world in June. By July they’d been taken away.
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Anvil in a Lace Bootie
A blog for readers who have no time to read
MUSHROOMS
October 28, 2015
THE WRATH OF MOME
October 13, 2015
while suffering the wrath of mome i wandered far away from home i hopped aboard a trolley car and hopped off at the nearest bar in palsied hands i gripped the glass ‘what’s wrong, old sock?’ said Darla Bass ‘the wrath of mome,’ was my reply she fell back stunned and turned to fly departed […]
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MASON JARR
June 2, 2015
MARVELOUS STORY
April 6, 2015
THE HAT LIMERICK NOT ABOUT HATS
March 22, 2015
SNOOPY, THE LANDFILL BEAST
March 4, 2015
Snoopy, the landfill beast looked north, then south, then east. He sighed an audible sigh directed at the sky. ‘Why must I live in this trash? If only I had enough cash, I could dwell in marble halls with paintings on the walls.’ He shrugged and resumed his eating of a tire and some rusty […]
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STRANGLE THE COBWEB
January 25, 2015
THE EVILEST ROBOT – A POEM
July 29, 2014
NOT ABOUT FISH
May 21, 2014
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