I can go on for days about my baby or I can rant on politics, I could fill you dear reader in on my barely existent wild escapades or my very married-lady sex life, I could gossip about the friends I have that I don’t like or wax prose on my gloomy past. I’m never sure what nerve to expose, dear reader, or if it will hurt. I’m not sure I ever have anything fresh to offer. There are days when I’m sure it’s all been said before… too bad I wasn’t paying attention. The question is will I have anything new to YOU.
A short rhymey poem by me
Swirling hurling curling unfurling
vines of divine line,
Perfect grapes in my mind.
I always have the urge to say “Tah-Dah”! And spread my arms wide and bow cheesily after one of my poems so you’ll have to read it again and imagine that.