For how long did I
Take you for granite until
Stone wept tears of gold

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It's national poetry day! Well, in the UK anyway, but I don't think anyone will mind if I join in just for fun. The theme is stars, so have a quick star poem ( Read more... )

On Stepping in Cat Vomit in the Early Morning

Ah. Yes.
I remember, now, hearing the heaving, sometime in the night.
Awkward duck walk to keep the cold wet between my toes
from tracking the rest of the carpet
Grab squirt bottle and towels at the ready

The culprit lounges on the bed, at ease
Her two compatriots watch, fascinated, as I scrub
These humans ( Read more... )

Having little bits of toilet paper shred and stick to one's posterior after wiping - I can't say this has ever happened to me.  Is this really such a universal affliction that we must have a super strong brand of toilet paper designed especially to prevent it?  Or maybe I've been doing it wrong all these years...(if this is a big issue I'm not ( Read more... )

Golden autumn tree
Gold rings never thrilled but for 
You I would marry

( bugs and babble )

Well hello there
shining one
with your dark dark eyes so bright
The crisp wind awakes
the sweet lightning cracks
hello and where shall we go
this wild and wonderful night?

Tie leafy branches to your arms
let them yield and rise
Tie leafy branches to your heart
core deep, the heartwood lies
and calls the storm to strike
one perfect leaf to your forehead
paste it ( Read more... )

My little seed babies are sprouting!  It's still early days for spring yet - we might even get snow over the weekend - but I still glee and rejoice over even the tiniest bits of green.

Corn seedlings - already pushing up the top of their lid!

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Ganked from eerian_sadow

Your result for The Fan Fiction Personality Test...
The Weirdo

Crackfic, Mpreg, and all the other oddities.

You are pretty weird. It's hard to put you in a box. On one hand, you might lean towards the bizarre subgenres; recklessly slash people with inanimate objects, create alternative universes where Harry Potter is a 7 years old girl ( Read more... )

Who done went and hit me on the back of the head with the poetry stick yesterday?  Good grief!  I should know better than to clean house when I'm in that sort of mood.

Don't be afeerd, just some looking-cheesier-by-the-minute scribblins (probably mostly work-trauma induced), but I thought I'd put them up anyway.

( I can't believe I wrote a poem about being a cannibal.... )

I feel a little guilty doing this, like I'm making fun of people, but really that's not my intention.  Some of these are so delightful I just can't resist!  For awhile I've been writing down some of my favorite fanfic misspellings and word mix-ups - they remind me of the sweet and hilarious thank you letters we get from the kids who come to the ( Read more... )