Andrea Corwin
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🐘Wildlife 🧘♀️ 🖋️🈷️ 3rd°🥋 See nature through my eyes and photos.
Poetry, haiku, fiction, horror, life experiences. Written without A.I. © Andrea O. Corwin
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To Your Taste
Ketchup or mustard a squirt of each, or blended, French fries to your taste A fun poem with the 5-7-5 format. Perhaps you prefer Ranch dressing, or plain fries...try mixing a dot of mustard with ketchup. Better yet, buy Portland Organic Ketchup. You can eat it with a spoon! Ketchup from Portlandia. 😁
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Warm and Fresh
Clarissa was so over all the cold toilet seats. She wanted a warm cushion to rest her tush when she emptied her bladder or colon. Googling "bidet," she compared three models, but not satisfied, she continued searching. Her requirements included a heated seat and two separate nozzles, one for the front area and one for the back "dumps." Nice-to-have would be a night light, nozzle cleaners, and an easy installation. After two hours of Google research and comparisons, she made her choice.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Horror
Excreta Killer. Content Warning.
This poem's news photos and subject will disturb many - read at your own discretion. The embedded article at the bottom is not "disturbing" other than the subject (there is a video link I did NOT preview within the embedded link, because I am disturbed enough by this event).
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Arachnid Repair of Sheetrock
What is she looking at? I watched my dog, Clara, staring at the baseboard but saw nothing. She finally went into the living room while I made the bed. I smoothed the fitted sheet and pulled up the top sheet, light blanket, and comforter. Doing what my husband, Jake, loves to see but hates to do, I propped the decorative pillows and pillow shams in two colors in their proper places. I opened the blinds and watched the birds flitting about their hectic lives, from tree to tree, the hummingbird from flower to flower.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Horror
Peas and the Princess
Princess was outside in a thunderstorm, drenched, and frightened. Trying to find shelter, she dodged lightning strikes and ran until reaching a gate. Portia pounded on the gate until the old king of the principality opened it and was surprised to find a princess asking to be received and I got lost in the storm. Is it true your son is looking for a wife?”
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tale - Jack and The Beanstalk
Jack had again climbed the beanstalk and talked the Giant’s wife into feeding him. While eating the bread and milk she gave him, he heard the Giant coming and hid. The Giant yelled out “Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive, or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread!”
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
