More Things I Don’t Have Time to Write About

1. I am ever fonder of my BIC Velocity 0.9 #2 mechanical pencils. It’s the writing utensil equivalent of sloppy stomp Professor Longhair blues. It’s like the bold, lush confidence of big stinky black markers, but precise and impermanent. It could inspire the invention of Japanese calligraphy.
2. The new Shapes and Sizes is my listen [...]

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Winning is for Losers

Time to wrap this thing up, so I can get back to writing about the weather and commenting on my aches and pains. Oy, vey.
I didn’t really get 10 entries on topic, which was the condition for awarding a prize, but everyone’s work was so fantastic – just brilliant, really – that you are all [...]

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They should have sent a poet.

Entries rejected for insensitivity:
Five, four, three, two, one. . . .
Ground control to Major Tom:
Ignite psych profiles.
Spin, media, spin.
Houston, we have a problem.
Hope for star shooting.
Hell hath no fury
Like my alleged assault charge.
Final frontier, fool.

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High queue

Here’s the competition so far (just to save you some click-and-scroll time). I’ll keep the box open until Thursday, and then declare which writer is the most gifted poet in the World.
Orbit passion thwart
“zero-g and I feel fine”
Earthbound rubber tubes
White rocket flying
Love-tranced white-knuckled driving
Whom can I Depend?
In space, heads are home.
If hearts stayed weightless on [...]

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With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility

A call for haikus:
Whose light verse will reign supreme?
The gauntlet is down.
Of this site’s three readers, I can think of two who are remarkably imaginative (yes, I mean you). This whole avenging astronaut story so lends itself to seventeen syllables, I cannot let the moment pass. I declare a contest: if I receive 10 submissions [...]

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water lilies (of doom)

hurtling sunward,
my astronaut diaper speeds
love’s furious trunk.

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