Magnetic Poetry 365:192

Before dinner Monday night, I took apart all the words from the new Haiku kit and laid them out on my desk. I was playing with the first two lines, then we sat down to eat and talk. Did I mention that Jim (of Timothy James Beck) is at The Compound for a visit? After dinner, he, Tim, and I went to the grocery store, and when we returned, Jim picked out the words for the last line. So see, the TJB writers do still collaborate.

8 thoughts on “Magnetic Poetry 365:192”

    1. Oh, Dash. Everyone knows you’re just a sweet little old lady who likes doilies, latch hook, and flower pots.

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