I might add, laying on the horn does not excuse the drivers themselves from slowing down and using a bit of caution at the crossing, let alo...

(Yes, I need to do some adjusting to center everything before November.) I'll likely do most of my writing at the [too messy fo...

A new current mess-o'-pencils photo for ya... But given as how it's a just-for-fun year, I can see embracing whatever methods...

Little nod to Valentine's Day.

Written on January 31st, which means I made my writing goal for the month, muse or no muse!

One of my New Year's Resolutions was to try to finish at least two poems and one short story a month. I've pretty much broken all m...

Without them, we can't quite be sure if you're starting or stopping or slowing down, or quite where you're going.

Only now I discover that true Tweets are actually limited to 140 characters *including* spaces...something I didn't know since I'v...

Rolling Twitter old school.

A few of us met up at lunch time today for an International Typewriter Appreciation Month type-in. Thank you, Peter, for organizing this! S...

And I would like to add, as search bot bait, poem haters poetry hater h8ter. Mmmkay? Tell me I'm not the only one to get some odd r...

Some reflections, partially drawn from my recent brief blog hiatus (the virtual type-in dragged me back...;)

Eek...I go away a couple of days, and blogger has completely changed the interface on me? Anyhow...today, we made typosphere history: at no...

I have a tendency to take things much too much to heart. Last Saturday afternoon, someone removed a comment I'd made on one of their Fa...

This is the way my mind works.

Two very different poems, both inspired by broken glass I encountered on a walk. Bitter: Sweet: