It is a pity

That in this sad cap city

There just is no truth

And so it has been

For over two hundred years

Just a DC swamp

He shall drain the swamps

So sez our esteemed leader

WATER ON THE MOON

http://dagblog.com/reader-blogs/water-moon-4721

I wrote about water on the moon 8 years ago.

The only reason I bring this up is because there
were 'hits' on this old blog this morning. hahahah

Hi there, come on in.  No, it’s okay, there aren’t too many of us yet so you’re good.  Thanks!  That looks fabulous!  I’ll take it to the kitchen while you find a place to settle in … yeah, I know, my thoughts exactly.  But there’s plenty of time for that.  Oh!  You snuck in on me!  I’m so glad you’re here, I was really hoping you’d stop by tonight but I wasn’t sure.  You brought who?  Wonderful!  It’s been so long … give me a hug.  Okay!  You all know where to plant yourselves so head on in while I get everything together.  It’s food, drink and conversation tonight, folks … but if anyone touches the TV it’s gonna get ugly, just as a warning.

Hi there, come on in.  It is, isn’t it?  It feels like such a long time since we’ve been able to share a lovely night like this … hmm?  Oh, that would be wonderful, but I doubt we’ll get that lucky.  It’s still just January!  Who?  No, I haven’t now that you mention it.  Did you hear something?  Is everything okay?  Yeah, you’re right, it’s just me being paranoid because of, well, you know.  He’ll show up eventually, so in the meantime let’s get inside and grab somewhere to plop and something to eat – not necessarily in that order!

Above the dissonance the people sigh

The Russians hacked the right wing’s foul deceit

The Elephant inside the power lines

Retorts to post his glower’d circus tweet

The Bear is outed in a broad rebuke

The worst may come about before The Ides

A vision of an orange mushroom nuke

Descends upon cerebral neuron tides

A somber mood has taken us away

The influence of forces bared and deep

To find all reason sorely held at bay

Beneath the amber waves of read and weep

Goodbye Mr. Smith

A void that cannot be filled

Haikus just aren't here

I thought about this

And I am so very lost

Counting my fingers

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Sometimes it takes me awhile to digest a loss. I deny. Creative Corner was one man's corner in my mind.

Two AM and all seems lost to me. Maybe I am reminded of my own mortality...

That is all I got right now.

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

An Autumnal frost,
withered pumpkins on the vine,
squirrels breathing steam.

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