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Monday, November 15, 2010


there is no
body there, only
a shell filled with
warm air. through
the cracks come
whispers like,
"are you alright?"
and the question
crawls up and
down my spine.

Believe it or not, this is a sign that I may be on my way back to not being in a rut anymore. This is one of those that just popped into my head.

Thursday, November 4, 2010


One night when the streets were all quiet,
the chefs decided to riot;
they shouted and cried,
and they wouldn't subside,
because the city had gone on a diet.

So now I know that limericks and sonnets are both things that I can write whether I'm actually inspired or not. Quality isn't an issue with limericks, in my opinion.

Monday, November 1, 2010


There once was a pirate named Meg,
til a cannonball blew off her leg.
And though now she was lame,
she found joy in her name,
which had since been changed to Peg.

This is silly, and it makes me laugh, and I am so very proud of it.
Cheers for limericks!