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Sunday Squibs with Joe McDonnell




Memory is the wreath tossed over our shoulder as we set off with our new husband, the Future.

When new knowledge comes at us like a raging stream, we must slake our thirst at the puddles.


One man's goading is another man's goring.


A planned life is like a planned economy: dull and self-defeating. There's more fun to be had on the road to Serendip.


We'd like the future to behave itself. But the future insists on a seam-bustin' pillow fight, with feathers swirling everywhere.


                                                                 @jmcdonnell123


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  1. Aye, you've a gift fer the visual: "... a seam bustin' pillow fight with feathers swirlin' everywhere. Good one!

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  2. Hmmm . . . why is the "future" masculine? From what I know of the genders, the "future" has a bit of both about it.
    Perhaps the puddles contain delicate bubbles of wisdom?
    The goading and goring reminded me of E. Gorey. Can't say why - maybe just the consonance.

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  3. I love your poems Joe!

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