The kid was so stubborn that if he fell in the river, he’d drown, trying to swim upstream.
Tag: Humor
Kinisi 103
warm odor of a log cabin
somewhere back in my childhood
fix this, fix that
while wondering how things might have been different
Kinisi 102
crack in the dawn
doorways in seeds
perchance a season of great harvest
It was a snowball winter
Whatever that means.
Somehow, the description I scribbled on a slip of paper still hits the mark for me.
So how was yours?
Fungus fun


Heavenly rest? The Pepsi sign always raises a chuckle



Kinisi 101
basket makers as a subset of weavers
all with more peaceful wisdom
or patience than I own
A definite sign of spring
Around here, you know spring has arrived when you see your first boat riding a trailer down the street. An uncovered boat, free of its shrink-wrap or tarp. Behind a battered pickup, of course.
And you can bet yourself that by the end of the day, you’ll have seen a second, if not more.
Who cares if there’s still ice on the lakes?
Kinisi 100
the bearded priesthood of poets
mostly dead, white, male
even with the redundancies
I’ll take two out of three
Kinisi 99
oh joy, another bluebook
just like college
right in the hope
of catching up
on the other side
of some strangely
gradated stranger