Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, Over Coffee

Predatorial, Territorial, Perfectly Frozen With Stars

Sounds like it should pack a wallop, no? Who’s to say? It came to me as I was beginning to wake and then when I sat and I thought Ok, let’s see what manifests… and don’t let me forget to fill the Pur water pitcher, it’s getting low, in fact; maybe right now, or should it be it’s getting low; in fact, maybe right now. I get those confused but there is google. Between the two this won’t take long, won’t even feel like a blink.

Semi first, comma second; there, that’s solved.

Once a friend laughed uncomfortably when she saw the socks I was wearing under my boots were wool hunting socks, men’s wool hunting socks. She said ‘they look like what my husband wears’ and I agreed they probably were, they’re men’s socks, women don’t have socks like this, they are so warm, I buy them very year. She laughed again in a mocking way not that it mattered to me. I thought it a shame she missed the value of it; nothing wrong with being warm but she doesn’t have to wear them if she doesn’t want, though it is one less thing for them to share: “Honey, where are my socks”, “I’m wearing your last pair, the others are in the wash, use a pair of those ones you wear with the suit”, “They won’t keep my feet warm”, “You’ll be fine”. It’s like bobby pins in the tackle box or wet stockings hanging where the bathroom towel should be. Why would you want to miss out?

It stayed in the teens last night and the high today could reach 20; our heat wave continues for a second day. The days are staying lighter longer, have been since December 22, spring is coming. Can’t you feel it? It’s going to happen.

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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, Non-Fiction And Poetry

In Disguise

 

The Easter Bunny crept across the street

To the store hoping for sales

But not yet

Oh well

Found a small wicker basket

Purple for royalty no other way

A couple of delightful gifts

Just for fun not too much

A chocolate rabbit as tradition demands

On a stick

Best lollipop you can bet

Picked up a grocery order

Came back

Put things away

Designed the Easter surprise

Well not so much

We know what we get

But the magic there still

That reflects in your eyes

 

Now I have to put it somewhere so I stop picking on it

And there’s something left

When you arrive

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry

Chick Flicks

 

I got lost again as I watched

And I remembered being in that spot

The passion and abandon

 

Oh, I’ve mentioned it before

But I felt it this time

Different than then

 

I melted

Something inside me did

I was part of that kiss

 

Then he leaned and rolled her onto the sand

She wrestled him back gently and he pushed again

And I didn’t care if they were married or not

 

In real life I mean

And how they managed to do that on the screen

Or how their spouses would feel

 

I remembered I believe