I want to encourage women to submit to humor venues. I urge you; I implore you. Let’s start a revolution and change the world’s mind about who’s funny. Your heart will swell with accomplishment and your breasts will become larger. This I promise.
Gentle slip to sleepSkin tightly fit over skull –Still the bamboo growsIt's strange -- I rarely write haiku with traditional elements, but it seemed so necessary as my friend Joe deteriorated and then died.If you're interested, here's the longer blog post in which this haiku appears as an epigraph:http://lindasusan.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-few-words-are-enough.htmlSee More
"Hurray! I was wishing for haiku as well, but with all my other groups, it just seemed too greedy, and I'm no haiku expert. So thank you for doing this. I wrote most of my haiku when my younger son was a baby: up in the nights, still moments,…"
"When I read memoir, I'm not necessarily looking for the author to have a happy ending -- I want to know how she found meaning in her experiences. (I'm not giving anything away by saying that "Jesus Land" by Julia Scheeres is a…"
we did not mean to go to sea, heads bound heavily.we did not mean to take the tide, escape the crowds and families.we read arthur ransome sensibly, sink gracefully.sbm.i am now smaller, than i used to be.See More