All The Poets Can Relax

March 29, 2015 — 2 Comments

It’s no secret that were it not for my friend Gillette (so named because she’s edgy like a razor) this blog would not have been resurrected. Gillette is a gift-giving savant who on more than once occasion has presented me with gifts eerily perfect for for jump-starting my creativity. For example, Anything Can Happen Sunday is a direct result of Gillette giving me the book 642 Things To Write About.
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0062 estateAs the sun begins to set over the charming little village nestled in the rolling hills of my barony, I can usually be found on the balcony of my palatial country estate. More often than not, I’ll be joined by a handful of villagers or a few invited guests. There we’ll sit, talking and laughing, until the show begins. When that happens, the talking stops.
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There are those who seem to feel that people without children live in a washed out, black and white world unable to enjoy the vivid palette of emotions and experiences known to those who have spawned. Some biological event takes place when these once-normal folk become parents, rendering them virtually incapable of interacting normally with child-free people.
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The Worst Words

March 25, 2015 — 17 Comments

Depending on how old you are, you may not remember George Carlin; and depending how drunk you were, you may not remember 1972. So for the youngsters and drunksters out there, George Carlin was a well-known comedian who often pushed the boundaries of what was considered “acceptable” entertainment . Continue Reading…

A couple of weeks ago, I mentioned something about sharing a few excerpts from my 7th grade diary. A0059 LTS 2nd what better time to do that than on Anything Can Happen Sunday? So pop open a Tab, put on your Dittos and feather your hair, because I’m going back to 1978 and I’m taking all of you with me! Continue Reading…

Don’t forget to visit and follow my other blog, Terribly Earnest, where I’m sharing some of my more cringe-worthy work from junior high. I’m about halfway through the first long short-story, The Islanders, so stop in and catch up!

Laughing at how bad it is, is not only acceptable, it’s encouraged!