Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Good morning.

After a dream where I couldn't remember how to raise the mainsail and then proceeded to drop the mast in the water, I'm dining on a bagel and a glass of milk. In the other room, Pup is pestering me with physics questions. My nose itches.

Sigh, I'm just not interested in staying up late and then getting up early. I have stuff to do outside. It gets hot by 10. The earlier I get up the more time I have to work before the heat becomes an issue. Now they're talking about rain on the radio.

LOL, if you came here to read the latest poem or story?

You might be disappointed in this post.

But then again if you think on it? Most of what I write is about people and some have their origins in people who I know...

So maybe this little bit of banal domestic sunshine could be the story today.

It's worth a try.

I've gotta go prune and weed eat before it gets so terribly hot.

Then? I'm gonna take a nap.

Author Ann

PS This is to let you know that if you read anything that I wrote on eBay over on Face4book? And they didn't cite that I wrote it?

They're an ass hole, "writing" poacher who can't be bothered to write their own stuff and have instead ripped me off.
I'm not happy about this at all.

And I don't have a FB account that I post on.


Sunday, July 11, 2010

Work in Progress



She bitch slapped me
Then she drew me through the undertow.
Spit me out on a beach somewhere
I was dazed and sore
From her embrace
Yet all I could say was "...more..."
Her eyes they are green like the water I've seen
Of the coast of a Florida shore.
And her hair it hangs tangled
Like seaweed


From the poem called Coastal.

by AuthorAnn
(all rights reserved by the author)< I'm not a big fan of that part but I have too.

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