Rob decides to make another comeback . . . because a band of one can always get back together.
Rob decides to make another comeback . . . because a band of one can always get back together.
You can’t make this stuff up. Which means it’s jail stuff.

A solitaire calls:
“that’s a wrap!”
no stage fright afoot.
Nobody‘s fool
fearlessly facing
its laden plate
Nervous sweat falls as
the mourning do,
their grief feeds the root.
Fighting back
the impulse to wilt
at this state
Thriving as the living do
Surviving as we fight too

Searching for a pulse
to elucidate events
unfolding today.
The charm of this noxious weed
is an opportunity.
Stamp it out,
if we were able;
is it hate,
or is it a wish
for greater control?
Fighting nature:
one hand pounding,
one hand reaping,
one hand clapping . . .
silence will fall
and weeds will thrive —
never perfect,
but running wild
with nature’s plan.
Love will survive.
For a while there, everybody seemed concerned about their “carbon footprint.” Before we think to ask where that went, though, it seems people are becoming concerned with a new type of footprint . . .
I finally have my standing desk, and my existing desk couldn’t be happier . . .
Previously on Rob’s Surf Report, Clan Ross was on the Summer Surf Adventure: a trip around the Pacific Northwest, to Seattle, Portland, and back. Along the way, we saw the sights, we did the stuff, and I even got to surf.
This week’s Surf Report is an experiment in roundup reporting . . .
Click through to read today’s tanka . . .
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