I'm Sioux Roslawski and this is my blog about writing, dogs, grown-up children, menopause, the joy of a marvelous book, classroom teaching in general, and specifically, the teaching of writing. You can email me at sroslawski(at)yahoo(dot)com.
Short and to the point, or to the jaw, maybe. Liked it, and also your terrifying tale of expired drivers licensing hell above. Same thing happened to me with my tag, only I got stopped by a child who said he was a cop--I guess he was old enough, he had the car and all--and got a nice hundred dollar ticket. I check these things now. A LOT.
Nice. I really like this. Great mag pie!
ReplyDeleteSounds like some inner spirit has been stirred to necessary action! Powerful!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad only consideration went out the window-
ReplyDeleterestriction comes in many forms! Thanks.
Love the idea of losing the gloves to break free of rules.... I shall return here, love what I am seeing. Thanks for stopping by my blog.
ReplyDeletesuperb poem- love it! and thanks for your nice comments on my blog...I'll pass on 9 more haikus for the moment...hahah!
ReplyDeleteYou really captured the 'feel' of those gloves tossed on the floor. Nice.
ReplyDeleteUh-oh...I'm running for cover!
ReplyDeleteI like your take on this week's prompt. Nice Magpie
ReplyDeleteShort and to the point, or to the jaw, maybe. Liked it, and also your terrifying tale of expired drivers licensing hell above. Same thing happened to me with my tag, only I got stopped by a child who said he was a cop--I guess he was old enough, he had the car and all--and got a nice hundred dollar ticket. I check these things now. A LOT.
ReplyDeletenice freedom piece...have a great new year...bkm
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