You think you're hot shit? Too bad weird mystery plagues Don't give a sweet damn. I've been sick as a dog lately. I've been miserable as fuck. Be that as it may, my knowledge of history has helped me acknowledge that welp, it could be worse. For example, I don't have to worry about a … Continue reading Sweating Sickness Haiku
Maybe it's just me, But sun shines brighter now that I've my Girl Friday. I know updates have been thin on the ground lately, what with Nanowrimo (not that I got much usable material out of it), my parents visiting, and insert sob writer story here. Happily, everything will be better now that I have … Continue reading Buffy Haiku
Get it right first time! Or Imperial Japan Will shut that shit down. My parents are going to be flying over to Taiwan to visit me in mere hours, so here's a short piece that's vaguely related. On October 5, 1931, residents of East Wenatchee, Washington had the privilege of having the Miss Veedol crash … Continue reading Miss Veedol Haiku
A draft of this uploaded before. This was a glitch. It was not meant to happen. Enjoy the completed post. Is it Prussian Court Or pit of hissing vipers? Same thing. Run, Vicky! Victoria, Princess Royal, and Empress of Germany for a hot second, could have averted some bad shit that happened in the 20th … Continue reading Victoria, Princess Royal
Always known drunkard Would wind up the death of him, Shocked it's not John A. It is a truth universally acknowledged by Canadian historians that if you were an anglophone of any note in 19th century Canada, there was an even chance you were a Scot. George Brown (Father of Confederation, founder of the Toronto … Continue reading George Brown Haiku
Can you believe her? Couldn't birth son, had a mouth. Slice through little neck. Today must be a short one, and so I cover someone known well enough that I can just give my opinion on her. My opinion: fuck you, Henry VIII. Yep, the lack of a male heir was a major problem. And … Continue reading Anne Boleyn Haiku
Values to impart - Rectitude, kindness to dogs, Being tough as balls. A little late for Remembrance Day proper, I know, but I choose to recognize the day by writing about the career soldier nearest to my black and crusty heart: my own paternal grandfather. (It is late because it kept raining on my face.) … Continue reading Ivan Ehler Haiku
