mister woodpecker
disdains trees
prefers a power lunch
mister woodpecker
disdains trees
prefers a power lunch
Enjoying Life In New Ways
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
the literary asylum
Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home
my humanity in written form
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Tales from the mouth of a wolf
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
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Domenic Garisto / LIFE IS NOT A REHERSAL,SO LIVE IT..if you can't be the poet, be the poem..havau22.com
One Poet's Writing Practice
My thousand lines..
They are changing out the metal poles for wood around here, but I suspect it’s all been tree-ted. We have but few woodpeckers left ’round here. But out in our swampy woods they abound. And with our flirtatious desire for three digits on our digital thermometers, a snaky Saturday sashay under a cypress dome sounds fine to me.