Ode to Pseudonymphomania A plethora of pseudonyms can serve a woman well… (Do you think the apple man was really William Tell?) Indeed, a breezy morn and not one lover round the place, a woman might a name or two decide she should embrace… So many meanings – dare I say, so little time to […]
Counting Shoes Instead of Sheep
Counting shoes instead of sheep, Damn, I wish that I could sleep! Too much on my weary mind – Single mother’s gag-me grind. Where the heck is that good booze? Higher proof for taller shoes! (Kiddo’s in his room in bed, I’ve got time for sipping red…) This, the week from hell, no doubt, While […]