Pardon me: or 11 things you’ll never hear Presidential Candidate Drumpf say. ““An ‘extremely credible source’ has called my office and told me that Barack Obama’’s birth certificate is a fraud.” Pardon me, I’m making this shit up as I go along. “I am being…

Memories are nasty things Kicking up dust Settling into corners Sometimes, yesterday Weighs so heavy I cannot get out of bed My therapist says I live In the past, forget today He lacks credibility, though right It’s his talk of religion I mistrust, foul concept…

Hmmm this was tough… the not-so-scary chezzy bear he isn’t a big scary bear : he’s my sweet chezzybear : dread bearded beautiful boy poochybear wins the heart : of all who meet or greet him : even the hearts of those utterly heartless humans : who…

There’s no valid explanation for her moniker. Perhaps the disaster of her male dress when high collars and long skirts were called for. Or her trek west atop horse, fearless where others were not. Credibility is called into question when alcohol scents female breath. Besides, we…

Inspired by an artwork I saw earlier in the day (yes there may have been a Potter connection). Prompt rules: Write down the first line of your poem before reading the rest of this prompt. Write your poem, about any subject you like. Copy and paste the…

Being a novice in these matters, I was duped. I took the smile and wink Given over Tuesday tequila To mean love, or something like it. The sweaty romp between Egyptian cotton climaxed With fury and need. The desperate hunger Of a single moment in…

AMI 2,775,398,465 2,775,398,466 2,775,398,467 2,775,398,468 2,775,398,469 it was on the two billion seventy hundred and seventy five million three hundred and ninety eight thousand four hundred and sixty ninth beat that the final piece of fatty material (possibly from yesterday’s cheeseburger & chips or the…

This is the first few lines of a famous nature poem, put through the ring cycle of Google Translate (English to Esperanto to Bulgarian to Spanish to Arabic to Urdu to Afrikaans to German to Zulu to Yiddish back to a sort of English to…

When feet long to wander the only choice is surrender. Slipping home into my pocket I take to the road, gypsy dreams my map and guide. Stopping only when fancy strikes, sustenance comes in the gifts of nature and man, comfort in a fleeting kindness….

lost track i know there’ll be talk among the brotherhood lots of peppy upbeat talk (cos that the sort of eternally optimistic perpetually irritating numnuts they all are) of roads going ever on & journeys of a 1000 miles — but all it means to…