Posted in Books & Stories, Flashes, Just Poetry, Motivational

You Should Model

 

You should model he said

No I shouldn’t

Yes you should

Not at all I said as he came over

A little closer

Put his arm around me he was so much taller

 

How did it start

Well let me tell you

I got out of work early

It never happens you see

Not to me

Almost thrilling

I put in the time for half hour vacation

So I could leave

Will it be approved

One never knows

Nonetheless out the door I flew

But

I forgot to clock out

Just a block away around I spun to come back

Don’t ask I quipped as a friend let me in

Time clock awry

To the office I went

Straightened it all out

Speaking of which

Out the door I went

Fifteen minutes later

No turning back

Not this time

 

Not this time

 

In the median we were to cross the street

Conversation innocent enough

What does your t-shirt say

Oh snap with a skeleton holding part of its leg

Purple and orange

You ready for Halloween

Since October 1st I’d said

They mumbled to each other in levity

You should model said one

Say what

No I shouldn’t

Yes you should

Not at all I said in levity too as he came over

A little closer

Put his arm around me he was so much taller

No you should

My name is Michael

You have a good night

You too

You have a good one the other one said

A little further ahead

Pointing to me as people do when they mean

I mean you

I pointed back with cell still in hand smiling

That smile to yourself

You too

 

We parted ways

They turned left I kept going straight

 

Did I put my arm around him too

You know I couldn’t remember

But I think I did

Why don’t I remember

Hmm

Michael

Like the archangel I mused

I should model

How could it be possible with this body

 

Oh…

 

With clothes on I questioned the light bulb clicked

How polite

Tactfully said

I’d like to see you naked could it be

He’d been saying to me

 

Imbranato

Not this one

Immersed

Esse quam videre

Passion on his sleeve

His embrace so gentle

 

Oh my

 

How about that

I kept pace with my playlist’s music in my head

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Classroom Notes, Just Poetry, Motivational

  Ufuk’s Kiss

 

 

He gave just a little kiss like this…

Not on your life

 

He was her boyfriend not mine

We all lived in the same house being teachers abroad

Ages 21 to 60 beyond

It didn’t matter as we made life work

We didn’t necessarily hang out together

Though we had our moments to share

We sought our interests

This evening in the kitchen we were

He had done something helpful

Or was it something he’d said

I remember standing in the doorway

As I quipped to him you rock

Mimicking a kiss through the air

More kick than I thought

Or he felt it for real

Not intended

 

Honest

 

He shot one back to me

Almost knocking me off my feet

I felt that arrow penetrate my being

My core

But he never moved from his spot

That’s passion pure form

His girlfriend my flatmate didn’t like it one bit

No

She did not

 

I love life

He had plenty

 

It lay silent inside me until just now

Some years flitting by

What was her boyfriend’s name

A harmless muse walking early today

There were two I’d confuse of two friends

Well one not so much

 

Then I remembered

And remember I did

That’s passion

Don’t dwell on the past

The hell you say

Oh

Just for the moment I believe I’ll stay

 

 

 

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, Fiction & Poetry, Motivational, new year

  As A Rule

 

Wine can make the heart merry

It’s divine intention to be

One evening feeling a Margarita though

I made one from a tequila liqueur

Because it was all there was

A digestif in nightcap’s true form

There’s a difference didn’t you know from liquor

Still

Frozen, cold, refreshing, downed so smooth

Overwhelming never happens

Not to me you see I don’t get drunk as a rule

Needless to say it became a surprise

Then I was paralyzed

Didn’t care for this feeling at all

Had to lay still after getting comfortable if you will

Sleep came some hours passed

Happy to see daylight’s sense of born again

Yet

Moderately heavy head

Admittedly unpleasant that said

Lesson learned

A single shot will do

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Classroom Notes, Motivational

The Cat And Handy Catch Phrases

 

The contented house cat on the prowl just knew, I could tell by the concentration and stealth-to-pounce position it was in, it was going to catch it’s target. I couldn’t see the target from the other side of the street but it sure could. Like a bolt of lightening it leapt, I heard annoyed chirping, wings flapping, saw a small bird reach altitude as the housecat, no longer as self-assured yet still rotund with its shiny-clean fur now on the other side of the low bush looking around somewhat perplexed, “where’d the bird go?” It took a moment before it decided to move feeling a little sheepish? He wasn’t exactly in shape for it… possibly remembering the good ol’ days. Not to worry, there’ll be warm milk and gourmet cat food at home. No doubt someone will be there to brush its fur…

 

I read something in the paper about an actor who in many of his movie posters is leaning back or leaning on someone and it was associated with memes, meme with learning. What has that to do with meme? Something over my head… I don’t get it as Sherman oft said to Mr. Peabody but that’s ok. What I do remember as an undergrad an instructor who said I should have a meme to associate with what I’m learning so when it’s time for a test it’ll be easier to recall the information. Now he was a graduate student and I was a lot older but I’m supposed to listen and being me, well; let me tell you. According to my instructor, I should have this word that’s supposed to trigger something that’s supposed to trigger something that’s supposed to trigger something that’s supposed to bring to mind what I need to answer the question kind of like Chinese checkers. Take your marble and jump, jump, jump, jump, collect all the marbles you’ve jumped, get to the other edge of the board to win. (Who hadn’t loved lining things up to clear the board with one move) However, I’m exhausted already from all that thinking, the pressure to remember what on earth I’m remembering the word for, and I haven’t answered the first question yet. Instead of collecting marbles and winning the prize I think I’ve lost them…

 

Makes more sense to just study instead of stressing over forgetting the go-to word.

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Flashback And Memoir, Motivational, Thought Food

Propaganda And Peace Treaties

Did the AC kick on? Is that me? Gee, I hope not, I’ve the door open and the fan on to let fresh air in to clear my head, unstuff my nose from artificial cool, so I get up and wander through listening. It’s everyone else outside as all units kicked in but mine. Good. Let’s see how far into the morning I can go before the door must be closed and the AC gets to play. For now birds chirp loud and clear, land on the wood rail looking for stale bread… word got around I leave stuff out from time to time. You just never know when.

And so the morning begins, the sky brightens a bit, cool breeze on my legs and an espresso before it’s too hot out to drink it. Of course, nothing wrong with it iced.

That reminds me…

Iced coffee might seem simple, even as a request in a café but not everywhere. I was teaching in Istanbul and of course frequented the local Starbucks, a prestigious place for coffee according to many Turks. One day I ordered an iced espresso, an item not on the list of coffees served. To my surprise I totally confused the two baristas behind the counter. It was easier for them to think I was a buffoon who didn’t know her coffee than for them to add ice to my espresso. My best charades getting us nowhere I wasn’t much better toward them totally aghast they couldn’t fulfill my simple request. I got it hot and we parted making cranky faces at each other. The next time I went the lightbulb was on. I ordered espresso, then asked for a cup of ice. Easy. They were wondering what I was doing but I had made two understandable requests exclusive of each other. First I added sugar to the hot beverage then took the espresso and poured it over the ice. I raised my cup and smiled big, they looked with delighted surprise at the cup, then each other laughing. They told their manager about it. After that it was put on the menu: Iced Coffee.

We were temporarily lost in translation, no more than that resulting in a chip being made in the language barrier, a hand extended toward getting along. Good business I think.

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Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, Motivational, new year

Define Ambient

 

Listening to air conditioning units running in unison. Sounds like a fleet of trucks idling on the street below. How could they? It’s 55 degrees outside. Isn’t anyone aware or don’t they care the size of the utility bill unnecessary when the temperature drops. My sliding door is open and I’ve got the temp inside down to 72. Mustiness is on the run. I don’t understand most people. I prefer the fresh air whenever I can get it opposed to closed-up old and stale. I’d rather get to the island getaway than send the owner of the electric company. Know what I mean?

 

A new week begins but a holiday approaches. Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you…

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Motivational, Thought Food

Think I’ll Make Bran Muffins

Sitting unmotivated in the best way. Listening to chirping, feeling the cool before it reaches almost 80, in a couple shots of espresso, and looking around the living room wile, beguile, while my little guest plays his games on the tablet. The most energy I want to spend is sighing although I will brush my teeth.

Then I thought about the scant half bag of generic raisin bran crunch.

I’ll turn it into muffins. The recipe easy enough I can mix it by hand with a whisk and not disturb what’s peaceful including me.

Only one thing left to do.

Get up from the chair…