A Falls Trilogy

Falls Testimony
Never ending gush—
I love this Seattle site,
So open and green.

A Falls Witness
Through no fault of mine,
Proud to be a falls witness,
Understand my awe.

 Falls Memory
I remember now,
As a Snoqualmie* native,
I’m a waterfall.

*Taken in Snoqualmie, WA, while I visited Seattle last week.

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Code E3 — Stat

Loaded and ready to go,
Appeared to have a good start,
Then flashed a code E3,

Thus began my woe;
The washer required a $600 part
Plus labor expenses charged hourly.

Instead of wasting my dough,
I took an old go-cart,
Piled in all my dirty laundry,

Like a furious bat,
I raced to the local laundromat,
STAT . . .

I’ll be parked here for a while,
Feeling like I’m in exile,
Until there’s no more unwashed pile.

Image: Pixabay

Ghouls Gone Wild

The bash is a smash,
So much laughter and banter,
Endless libation and flirtation.

Ghouls gone wild . . .

Dracula dares to juggle for muggles,
While the mummy enjoys stuffing his tummy,
Leaving Frankenstein alone to zip through a line.

Ghouls gone wild. . .

There’s Michael Myers bragging his blade is sharper than Freddy Krueger’s,
Off in a corner is Pinhead trying to hook up with the walking dead,
And here’s Chucky who’s nobody’s doll and way too ugly for the cabinet of Dr. Caligari.

Today’s Halloween, when ghouls gone wild.

                                                                                                               Backdrop image: Pixabay

Six Haiku Poems: Thou Shalt Not Steal

Another fine collaboration with my blogger friend, Rose, the Poet Rummager. This is a reminder of what not to do when you see a neighbor’s fruitful tree.

Poet Rummager

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I grabbed the apple.
From the neighbor’s tree, it hung-
too ripe to ignore.

I see you there, thief.
Mr. Jones’ silhouette flinched.
He grasped his cane tight.



En av brødrene til Miguel Nuñez slapper av hjemme hos seg selvPhotograph by Otto von Münchow


Oh, this juicy treat!
Where can I conceal my sin?
My mouth whispered, Here.

Parted my mouth wide
with tongue wrapped around the orb.
The snake in me cheered.



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Slid down my throat whole –
enlarged my Adams Apple.
Damn that Granny Smith.

I heard my skull crack.
Mr. Jones wiped his cane clean.
No more stealing fruits!




Haiku poems by Karina Pinella and Poet Rummager

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Karina Pinella has an extraordinary short story published in this anthology…

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