The Tatooed Girl

I’m in love with the tatooed girl.
She stands in front of me,
waiting for coffee.
From beneath the neck
of her faded t-shirt
yellow bellflowers bloom.
The petals of a pink cornflower
peak from under her collar.
She reaches for her coffee
and reveals
a giant bumblebee sipping nectar
off her shoulder blade.
She’s small and unassuming.
I believe she cuts her own hair.
She has the delicate features of a child
but the impatient look of someone
wanting to be somewhere else.
She doesn’t smile at all,
not even a secretive glint
to hint at the garden
that grows on her back.


Welcome to Karen’s Whimsy Web Log

I have been wanting to get on the “blog bandwagon” for some time now, but there always seems to be something else to do. The past few times when I came here for a visit I couldn’t figure out how to post anything. Turns out, since I was using Safari with my mac, all of the editing features were disabled. No wonder I couldnt’ tell what the heck was going on! Ah . . . we long suffering mac addicts sure have it rough some times. Finally I discovered that I could access everything I needed just by using Firefox for my browser. Problem solved. So here I am, ready to join the fray.

Now I’ve never been very good at the whole journal-type thing; I have several nice blank books all over the place, consisting of one or ten entries, and then blank pages for days. So the odds of me keeping this thing going for an extended length of time are against me. Still, it’s worth a try. What have I got to lose but a little bandwidth?