bitsy the poet
At the ripe age for plucking.
to be plucked
right off of this eligible branch.
But such a stem stays fixed.
Stubborn and stuck fast— 150 more words
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Journey to the Top of the World
*The Uncorker of Ocean Bottles by Michelle Cuevas; Illustrated by Erin E. Stead
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I woke up some time after 7:00 am and found I was alone in bed. I wondered how long that had been. Through the closed bedroom door I could hear the muffled sound of the washing machine. 582 more words
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rose in midair
p.s.- listening to Biggie first thing the morning while eating “healthy” chocolate cookies for breakfast (restraint? what is restraint?) and chatting with girlfriend about delightfully unfeminist things, this is why being an adult is the best.
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My New Shy
Gandalf speaks: another bit of negative fun at the beach
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This week I am grateful for:
1) My readers. All of you. I bring my creations to life, but you complete the circle of story and give them homes beyond my heart. 220 more words
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Look at the gent below. He is happy. He is so very happy. He’s sitting at the back of the car, while the car drives itself. 425 more words
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