My friend Amy has a theory that men are haikus. Interpret that as you will but we must have killed a few hours one afternoon coming up with several of them, some poignant and some hilarious. So without further ado, here's the newest addition, a la Rooth, to our weekly poetry slams.
Silver tongued surfer:
White-capped waves crash on the shore
Milky Way moonlight
Please send me the original haikus about the men in your life here and I'll include them in the poetry slam next week.
Finger snapping, leg slapping, foot tapping Texan girl who works with numbers. I like blank pages, the written word and horses. This is my attempt to amuse you via books, food, travel and the assorted spice rack of life.