Unassuming Haiku Musings
Wild and Crazy Nights
Wilde’s midnight portrait— his corrupted private self paints the grey away.
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Rooms of the House
Each approved publication becomes its own broadsheet room: title, masthead, furniture, navigation, and house rules.
The Ledger of Recent Creative Efforts
Wilde’s midnight portrait— his corrupted private self paints the grey away.
My primitive thoughts: "Me think funny words. Make laughs." (They're still evolving.)
Greensleeves, oh green sleeves, elbows awash in green tea. Tis a beastly pot.
On the trivial matter of Pinching & Punching. “If it breathes of gin, keep it in; if it reeks of turd, chuck it to the kerb.