Kicking up my feet for the weekend. I have three more pieces for this blog, five concurrent short stories a-brewin’, a massive re-write on my novel, and a cracking great filthy haiku just aching for a bus station wall to call home.

I’m thinking Union Station in D.C. Immortality awaits!

See y’all Monday!

 

P.S. Please post any questionable haiku in the comments section. I’ll see if my sharpie has enough juice. But please: keep it sweet, Pete! Innuendo only.

HA! Word sounds like something else!