Don't do that...

You're hurting
yourself
when you blame
yourself
for someone else's
mistakes.

 

 

 

Remember and mourn...

 

Today's lesson...

 

I killed a squirrel...

 I didn't mean to.  

Ann and I were coming back
from Barnes&Noble this afternoon.
Busy city traffic.
I saw him in the middle of my lane.
I slowed down. He stopped and looked
up at me, I swear we made eye contact.
He started to continue across the lane
but he was moving very slowly and
awkwardly. Like something was wrong
with him. I moved my car a bit to the
right to give him plenty of room but

 he turned around and headed back
 toward the curb, slowly, and planted 
 himself directly in front of my tire.
 bump......bump. "Oh shit no!"

I've never killed anything in my life. Until today.
Maybe I should say a prayer.
Do squirrels have souls?

                                            

Peace in a valley...

 

              Somewhere
               if not now
               tomorrow.

   

Last one standing...

We can walk away from anyone
but ourselves.

How will you live with you?

 

(originally posted 2-28-07) 

 

To absent friends...

I hope that
when my time comes
I fight
the whole way
to hell
and back.

 

Who are you?...

Option 1...

I keep forgetting
that it wasn't you
but someone else
who made me cry.

Option 2...

I keep forgetting
that it wasn't you
but someone else
who made me laugh.

Option 3...

I keep forgetting
that it doesn't matter
whoever it was
isn't here anymore
anyway. 

Snoopy knows...

 

We will always love you...

 

RIP Dolly Parton

Somewhere over the rainbow...

 

Ann is coming home.
Gonna be a good day.

Well, shit...

My sister got notified Saturday by her insurance company
that she has to leave the rehab facility on Monday or start
paying out of pocket.
We have two days to get organized to bring her home.

this is not a poem...

huh.
maybe this is
a poem
after all.

Say it...

there is something you
want to say but the words are
stuck in the shadows.

  

come home.

"you are full of yourself..."

 ...who else would I be full of?

 

voice in my head...

sometimes
when I think
I should
be sleeping
and it's dark and quiet
that's when thoughts
come to visit.
They repeat themselves.
repeat and repeat
until I get up
and write what
they have to say.
it can take a while,
like tonight, but
they won't stop
until they're
damn well ready
and if I'm patient
and a bit lucky
I end up with a 
nice little piece
of something-
like this.

History Matters...a book worth reading...

In my mind, David McCullough is a supreme word master.
He is one of very few authors who can entice me to read history.

Haiku...

I am worthless here.
Could there be a place where I'd
be better than now?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

it feels like settling... 

Not here...

 

even after
all this time
    I still expect
    to see you.
    It's a jolt
    when I don't.
    A tiny pain
    in my heart
    that reminds me
    again
    that you're gone.
    

You taste good wet...

you do
     I do not
you do not
     I do