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I have just posted a revised version of a story I wrote for the Halloween contest awhile back - Night of the Lesbian Zombies. (They do not eat brains.) It's never been very popular, but then few of my stories are, and there were some things about the earlier version that didn't satisfy me. Those of you who liked it might want to give it another look. And those of you who never read it - enter if you dare.
As always, I'm grateful for feedback.
Today is April 17, and here is a poem, called Rite of Spring,that mentions the date specifically. Perhaps some of you will see Kaitlyn today.
Today I found one of my verses on a Dutch guy's blog.
The comments below the post are sweet, esp this one: "She is so funny, all of her rhymes are little pearls..."
Whose head wouldn't be turned by that?
I've wanted to do a version of Old Mother Hubbard for a while, and I finally have. My take is called Old Mr. Moorehouse.
What some people might not know is that Old Mother Hubbard is much longer than the five-line stanza everybody knows. There are about a dozen additional four-line stanzas in which the dog does all kinds of humanlike things. My version doesn't go on quite that long, but enough is enough.
Yesterday I posted another verse after a long hiatus. I wasn't sure of it, but my editor and friend liked it and told me to put it up. So you can blame him.
This one is called "What's With Theresa?" What's different about it is that all the sex takes place off camera, as it were.
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