While a cold, heartless month like January gets to stuff its face with 31 whole days, ¿a lovely month like February only gets 28 — & maybe 29 when there’s an extra crumb? Proof o’ the cruel capitalism o’ reality. Bleak & cold gray morns warm my heart ~ month o’ love. Im Schatten des […]
Brisk morn ~ 1,000,000 smooth rocks. ¿How am I s’posed to touch them all?
( Note: due to internet outages, this poem comes 1 week after the event ). Accompanying music Sunday morn in peace ~ lone, pieces fall together. February snow. Sunday day in pieces ~ e’en the tree I’ve known fore’er falls dead. Not so silly anymo’ ~ a fir’s yellow scarf. Me dejaste aquí como un […]
Cosy sheets, cosy lamp, cosy clipped fingernails.
February morning frost ~ breathing smoke but… chimney smoke.
Sour smell o’ tomato soup & excess sodium… …in the wound.
Yellow February ~ the ‘lone stop where I read ’bout ants. E’en they aren’t here anymo’…
4 AM, hot winter showers ~ coffee pot.
Super Blue Blood Moon™ ~ nothing like what journos write about you. I look forward to the next super-awesome-you-can’t-miss-it moon that you’ll ne’er see for ‘nother century next year.
