Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Charlotte”

There once was a writer from Charlotte

Whose latest novel featured a protagonist harlot.

Her crime was a sin.

And his sin was where to begin,

So he wound up thinking about it bars a lot.

Haiku to you Thursday: “Tapioca and Toothpicks”

Some days are toothpicks. /

Some days are tapioca. /

Some days they collide.

Tapioca and toothpicks

Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Tennessee”

There once was a writer from Tennessee

Who wrote several good mysteries.

Her writing wasn’t horsing around

Except when horses were around

Then her private eye was riding high for his fee.

Haiku to you Thursday: “New Hope”

Yesteryear or now /

Wind driven or motorized /

Welcome to your home.

Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from St. Paul”

There once was a writer from St. Paul

Who could only write well in the fall.

With the leaves off the trees

She saw her neighbors with ease.

And then she could record it all.

Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “See me”

My beauty is now /
In this moment, at this place. /
See me; see yourself.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Never ending”

You can have it all. /

Except not at the same time. /

The truth never ends.

Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Maine”

There once was a writer from Maine

Whom everybody thought was insane.

He wrote big books on evil

and owned pet boll weevil.

No one could cotton to him or complain.

Haiku to you Thursday: “Whisper”

Summer’s verdant leaves /

Whisper to the shaggy grass: /

Birds love us the best.

Monday morning writing joke: “Never alone”

There once was a writer named Stone

Who tried writing on his smart phone.

It started off fine

But then he got behind:

All the apps wouldn’t leave him alone.