a writing pad
my pencilled scrawls
swatted flies
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a writing pad
my pencilled scrawls
swatted flies
by PMu Ink
Domenic Garisto/havau22.com / IF YOU CAN'T BE THE POET, BE THE POEM (David Carradine) LIFE IS NOT A REHERSAL,SO LIVE IT.
Flash fiction tales of humor, horror and whimsy
One Poet's Writing Practice
My thousand lines..
Where Legends Live in Words. A Digital Art & Poetry Wordpress By Linda J. Wolff
..... Just ....... Haiku .....
Non-factional opinion, fiction, poetry and occasional humour
法医学的民族音楽学: Forensic Ethnomusicologist
Writing prompts! Mining your brain for creative ideas since 2016 . . .
Haiku, Tanka, Formal and Free Verse
one post at a time
A Journal of English Senryu
An eclectic mixture of personal essays, stuff about writing, stuff about books and far out philosophy from an old baggage in a book-tower.
Strength in Mind, Body, and Spirit.
Painting with words
Been there: swatted that!
We are the sultans of swat
When I was overjoyed to find the Vietnamese villagers with whom I shared a near-weeklong isolation without much chow had made for me some rice pudding – with raisins, too! – I felt truly blessed. I even learned to like nuoc mahm (fermented sardine-like fish) sauce and they did not like “ham-n-mutthas” Ham and Limas from a C-Ration Can.). Then, I notice, good sir, the some of the “raisins” were moving. Looking closer I saw wings. Oh, well. Protein is protein. E. E. Van Vogt short Si-Fi novel posits a rational libertarian world where if you would not work you eat processed insect free food. I liked the wings. Crunchy.
A. E. Van Vogt, not e.e.
Ahhh. So!