I will tell the truth no matter
how heavy or strange
mouth frozen open
lips too stiff to whisper
tell you all with few
but brim and slant
pressed by the weight
of what you want to hear.
This poem is a magpie tale.
Please write your own!
And visit Magpie Tales for some
interesting weekend reading . . .
And now, here's a secret I've been keeping:
Is it that I hate to drive? No, everyone knows that.
Is it that I have never been to Missouri? Could be, but who would care?
Is it that I have to drive to Missouri
BY MYSELF this weekend?
Maybe, but that would be unthinkable. Ludicrous. Wait . . . .
REALLY?! Whatever for?
That's what I keep asking myself. (er . . . I mean . . . family reunion).
But Small Works will return (positive thinking!)
after I have driven myself back home from Missouri, June 14.
Just in time for dental surgery. Yippee!
Be good while I'm gone!
I'll be keeping an eye from over at