An Unusual Affection for Paperclips I am growing older, stiffer in knees and hips. How could I not admire the flexibility of paperclips? * Pleasure comes from simple things. Behold a child with a box of coloured paperclips! * Chaos is the final order, and settles among my things. I hold it at bay with bookmarks, …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 15
The wonderful people at Read Write Poem have declared NaPoWriMo Wednesdays to be List Poem days, so I get a (comparative) let-off. And today's prompt was especially appropriate: Today’s list is about what you do instead of doing something else. ... Maybe this list poem will be about the ways you procrastinate. Or maybe you avoid …
A Dark Feathered Art 