Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry, Improv, Just Poetry

OK Then

 

OK Then

 

Sitting here staring at the screen

Know what I mean

Want to write

Don’t know what to say

Time ticks on get to wok soon

No that would be work

Learn to spell on the to-do

Get up get dressed wash the face

But first maybe

Nutella on toast

Excellent choice

Gotta stop now then

I’ll try again later

Or later again

 

 

 

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Posted in Books & Stories, Crafts, Culinary Art, Motivational

Must Tell The World: Sunday Brunch Or Saving The Potato Salad

Sautéing garlic cloves, onion and green/red bell pepper in olive oil… took the container of leftover potato salad and dumped it on top… cranked the heat up a bit and cooked uncovered, potatoes browned beautifully, flavor – very good, put most in a new container, scrambled an egg in what was left in the pan, topped with a slice of muenster… I’d show you a picture but it’s all gone!

Posted in Books & Stories, Movies, Thriller

Standing At The Ramp Kicking The Amber Waves Of Grain Out Of My Sandals Waiting for The Parade Of Cars To End So I Can Cross

 

That’s a lot of directions. Should titles be this long? Why not! Of course, had I written ‘why not’ with a period following it that would have indicated sarcasm. Why not. (And the spelling/grammar check doesn’t like it) Decisions, decisions on a lazy Saturday, me and a slice of cold pizza, while my grandson chillaxses in his room playing videogames.

 

That’s the life.

 

But enough time has passed since I began this and it’s dark, speaking of dark thoroughly enjoying the film noir I’ve been discovering through YouTube. Tonight was The Amazing Mr. X, a con pretending to be a psychic taking wealthy women for what he can. How helpless the women are! Then again when someone suspects something or the con goes awry because the record playing other worldly music skips and she notices, curious woman charges head first to solve the mystery and will figure out later how to overcome the bad guy should she bump into one or not at all figuring it out that is. Romance thrives with death looming and the men aren’t the superheroes being a half step behind the bad guy but there’s enough going on to hold you there till it’s done. In fact, I haven’t been disappointed by one yet.

 

Good stuff.

 

For me, the only man I’m thinking of is the little one fast asleep, no mysteries to solve, no bad guys taking me for my wealth ‘cause I’m broke, (I don’t have oak but I try to dress nice) I am looking forward to early morning, making coffee – yes I make a great cup of coffee – enjoying the beginning of a new day, and seeing that face when he wakes.

 

Does that make the lady a tramp? Ha, eat your heart out.

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Classical Studies, Fiction & Poetry

You Gave Him What He Wanted, I Gave Him What He Needed. That’s Why You Failed.

 

He demanded but you didn’t think overwhelmed by the command. Is that it? Was it a command or a plea? Was he just thinking out loud? No, I know what it was. You acted in fear but I acted out of love. That’s it. From fear the violence comes but in love the violence ends.

 

Sword fights can be tiring though even when you’re not striking but blocking the blow.

 

Yeah, exhausting actually.

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry, Movies

Maybe I Should Post It In The Monster Blog Because Of The Genre

 

Nothing like a monster car or truck yet the title was:

Tired But Not Tired Enough

 

Close but no cigar, that’s it

So here I sit

 

Actually I’m not going to sit I’m going to hard-boil a few eggs… what else was I thinking, yeah, maybe making some potato salad, the kind with mayo. It’s been a culinary creative day and I don’t feel like stopping. Might sift through the chicken and noodles of Friday’s school lunch, removing the chicken seeing I don’t eat the meat and have prepared noodles at the ready. When all is said and done I might feel drowsy enough to sleep to Drive Angry. You think you’ve had relatives from hell? Not like this guy and not at all figuratively speaking. “Mwah-ha-ha, I’d like you to meet my Grandfather” she’d said. “Those aren’t horns in the back of his head.” His grin dripped venom right onto their bed.SKULLIGHTS

 

Now here I go.

 

 

Posted in birthdays, Books & Stories, Holiday And Celebrate

Autumnal Equinox 2017

What does it mean? Nothing according to retail as visions of Christmas crop up alongside Halloween with no mention of Thanksgiving until it’s time to buy a turkey. Still I’m in 1000% long weekend mode believing Monday is Sunday feeling there should be a few more days off, paid days off before back to the grind. Gotta love relax mode but don’t worry, at least I’m not that I’ll face reality tomorrow. I’ll go to work. Promise.

What a weekend though, cooking up a storm, watching movies, shows, brush teeth later than earlier… why is that a luxury… eewww, gross…. but to a child it’s a sign of no school when we wash up later. Let the festivities continue… and sleep late if you can. How nice to rise early to enjoy the peacefulness with no demands of the day, to play games without interruption to catch the school bus.

It’s the little things.

I love September. Can’t wait for cooler weather to win out over 80 degrees. Time for change.

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

 Where The Heart Is

 

 

I see my face and that ruddiness to the cheeks. I like the picture it’s a good one I think then I remember the carving from a coconut no less, the fisherman after years of sailing, fishing, bringing in the catch, features sculpted from wind and sun, the ruddiness to the face, but I am so far from the sea, how can this be my face, but I love the sea and it shows, and the carving from a coconut born on an island surrounded by water, a dot on the ocean so significant. I feel it, hear it, smell the salt air. Some wear their heart on their sleeve but mine’s on my face, always there with me, and it glows.

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

I’m Just Not Here Today

 

I’m Just Not Here

Lack Of Mind

Or Acutely There

I Won’t Wrap My Head Around It

I Can’t Wrap My Head Around It

I Must Without Choice

I Have A Choice

But

Not Feeling It Today

How Can I Not Feel

Sounds Too Sublime

 

Wow, philosophical BS

Try it again

 

I’m just not here today

By that token being me I can’t help but wonder

Ha, where am I then

Where exactly is it

Not here

Did you ever think that

“I’m just not here

I’m 1000 miles away”

What does that mean

Which direction would that be

Straight up

To the center of the earth

Over there

The world is outside me as I walk through it

On a sidewalk

Traffic to the left or right

Good thing

Too crowded if it were inside

Horns honk

Oohhh

Serious gas pains

Just too funny

Though

I’m just not here today

Where the hell am I

 

Where the hell are you