Cockamamie: John Hancock Erotica

Dear Sillies,

Oh, I have so much to tell and show you. Just returned from a vacation, and got the privilege of meeting another bloggy IN PERSON!

While away, in hotel room #276, I finished this one. It's time to salute John Hancock. 

Wherever you live, may you experience gratitude for your many freedoms. Enjoy. 

Baby Face, Joy

Dear Sillies,

Apparently, unsurprisingly, I was quite a challenging little bundle at birth...Only 5 pounds, 8 ounces, yet quite feisty, collicky, and unhappy about the prospect of sleeping for any length of time.

Infant FOMO (fear of missing out), a parent's worst nightmare. 

But this joyfully chubby cherubic teasing teething baby face, oh, she brings me joy when I'm in need.

Best yet, it's my own face. 

 Do you have a cherished baby picture or two? Let's splatter blogland with our loving little faces, shall we?!

Moses Erotica!

Dearest Sillies,

How are you, friends? Be of good cheer, please.

I've been working  on this one for approximately 40 years, or so it seems. My heart breaks for Israel and the people, ALL of them, in that region, so this admittedly took more time than most of my poems. (Emotions both create and stall the art production process, right?) Otherwise, I'm enjoying life and singledom and all. Chocolate keeps me going. Plus occasional fantasies about Yul Brynner and...Moses.

Enjoy!

Wait, She Who Seeks, HRH got a great spot in this one too! How'd she do that?

I hope you can read the above. Will try for better next time, but this one is very looong. (She said "long." Yes she did.)