These seem to be, quite accidentally, on the matter of the oddities of marriage and such…

A heavy farmhouse door opened and farmer, the girl with the fat bottom and dog stepped out into the crisp morning air.

Just a few haiku, but no t so serious…

Proof that a limerick can make even the darkest of topics more pleasant…

Kostromo stirred beneath the cold earth, it’s weight heavy on her chest and her bones gripped by the icy fingers of winter.  

I started my blog about 7 or so weeks ago, and as it turns out this is my 100th post.

Be wary of strangers on the internet, just saying…