Posted in Books & Stories, Music

Sin Bins And Vargas

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Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

One Lead Balloon

He wants to kill you

He will I know

How could you possibly my love

My light so pure

I’m from your future you see

Time travel to put it simpply

Hmm

Can’t tell him that

Will it fly

As lead balloons do

Did they have rubber rooms in those days

The origin of big butterfly nets and clean white coats

So young so strong

A great love maybe

Still

A bit much to swallow

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, coffee, Electronics & Games, Wee People

Didn’t Mean To Close Out Of Chrome

But I did and I didn’t mean to press s instead of d for didn’t, sidn’t – oh well caught it before it made press more or less.  The sun is going down but it’s not gone yet. The lights at the distant high school stadium are on as usual though no one’s there. They stand tall above the trees, no game tonight, summer school begins and ends by 4th of July, in the background my grandson talks to his iPad and the game he’s playing. We’ve discovered online games in multi-player you communicate with, and getting caught up sometimes you tell your character what to do or lament out loud when s/he doesn’t make it. No worse than talking to the game on TV. Don’t we all have advice for the professionals?

Soon enough we’ll relax and I will sink in. I could close my eyes now but there’s no reason for him to have to turn in too early because grandma has weird sleeping habits never knowing or planning when she’ll wake, wander to another room to stretch out, possibly decide to stay up for a minute and start a wash.

I love the peacefulness of the night, that special intimacy (is that redundant) none of which I haven’t said 100 times if not more since I began bloggery circa 2011. At the same time I anticipate early morning, that time day begins to wake to christen the latest coffee cup addition to my collection. It’s smaller than most I own, 11 ounces, but it is perfect for cappuccino. You can’t go wrong with cappuccino.

You already know that too.

Ciao.

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry, new year, Over Coffee

Sunday Coffee And Coupons: Enough For Now And Laid To Rest

Don’t feel like a movie, enough writing for now

The fan’s back on as humidity drops preparing for what’s to come

Close to 100 – wow

Not really – remembering being a kid and hot summer days never holding me back from playing

Just haven’t seen it in a while that I recall don’t normally complain about heat is all

Thoughts ran through and keep running but privileged you know if I don’t want to say

Let’s see where poetic license gets me though I might leave notes

You’re on your own

I knew before you admitted to the world what’s not to love it’s forever you know

You have to

Anyway

Always loved the art on your walls the fun when you could admit you did too, we smiled together

What about me well like you guys do it I know it, I know me, no matter what I’ve been through they’re not all crumbs (I hope)

I’ve seen good ones around at least evidence thereof  Hello Dolly the place is crawling with them

Good enough

What else

I said privileged remember those thoughts that ran through have lifted because I love being me

Wouldn’t trade what I know, no

 

Note Taking 101

Fun

Unfaithful intern, doctor, shame on you we’re both women, that’s my husband

Sucker punches, you’re on the floor

Real husbands – a show

Let’s see

Fixed the picture frames

Two cappuccinos

Sunday paper, eh

Exercise

Yeah, you know what I mean