Ever listen to the weather channel?
Partly clowww deee
I hear the mechanical voice say
My life is partly
clowww deee
with reflections of cold, steel gray
With an occasional punch
of glow, orange and bright
to make it through the day
“Forgive the dead year. Forgive yourself. What will be wants To push through your fingers.” ~ Marge Piercy, “The head of the year” Forgive yourself… Isn’t [s]he the hardest person to forgive of all? I’m still waiting for her to make amends The future is not ours to see or to make or to bend…
The days are a bit longer, but it’s still a challenge to take Java for a walk after work before the sun sets. Tuesday, Java and I did our speed-walk down to the river and caught the sun just over the trees. As I was busy snapping photos, a couple teenage boys walked by. One smiled…
Wrestle Mania continues at the Rose household. Ya kind of gotta wonder about the new addition. Is she cute? Or is she scary? Or is she just plain weird? Maybe all of the above. Java, Latte, and I have been taking our recent walks in the woods behind the nearby library. I had the idea…
“The moon is dark tonight, a new moon for a new year. It is hollow and hungers to be full. It is the black zero of beginning.” – from”Head of the Year” by Marge Piercy – Yes, it’s a new year but I have the same old morning ritual as always… Make coffee. Grab…
If you did an internet search for “sexual pleasure” and landed on this page, I’m sorry to have to disappoint you. This is not that kind of post. I’m one of those people who has tried to write down three things I’m grateful for at the end of the day. I see the wisdom in…
Oh, how the perception of time changes over a lifetime. Right now, I feel as if I’m in a race against the ticking of the body-break-down and death clock. Which is actually two clocks. In two different time zones. Hopefully.
