for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.


I’m experiencing a paucity of thought and words but still, this poem came tumbling off the keyboard–for such a treasure when I need it most, I give myself a ‘jornal’ of $500.


A tumble of squiggles

from your lips–I wish

they were but smiles.

May 10, 2009 Posted by | poetry | , , , | Leave a comment