When all else fails, write a rhyme-y poem.

I Love You, Dorothy Parker

Today the rain is a burden

and getting old seems reason enough

for a Kevorkian cocktail, and whiskey

if only I could stomach the stuff.





The Finger Poem assignment

I’ve tried but I got nothing.  The well is dry today so before I go into a full-on block, I’m giving you a link to someone who has a LOT to say about fingers.  Specifically, giving the finger.  I hope you’ve been doing your Kegels.


You’re welcome.