rough day just wanted to sit outside drinking coffee and blinking slowly outside, two separate parties within 50 meters of my back door loud, boisterous you’d think the collective unconscious of all the hangovers in this ‘hood would somehow have the power to ward off such noise on a Sunday afternoon alas, not so I … More Day 92 – Sunday afternoon
My friend has just gotten started on internet dating. So far she’s gotten way more hits than she expected (YAY!), but the emails she’s been getting are clearly indicative of the fact men have forgotten how to pitch woo (Boo…). Now, the pitching of woo is a different thing from the hurling of sheep or … More Day 90 – whatever happened to the pitching of woo?
Ya know, I’d write a love poem to my morning coffee… Except I don’t think it would have a lot of words Just some happy hummy noises and the occasional sigh… * * * * * I found some words, 17 sylables of them: This coffee, in bed. Nothing but skin between … More Sohbet – Love Poems to Coffee
Valerie Roney 