Read volumes. Get lost in them. If you don't, pass them along as mathoms. Let a cat keep you company. It's the icing on the cake. If you have no cake, it's still icing. Yum. Walk when you can. It keeps those Tin Man joints from rusting up. You might meet the innocent open gaze of … Continue reading Items to check off my list
Let's say a person cut themselves badly. Washing a coffee carafe, split the glass. Hand a little too big. Hurried down the hall to the medicine chest. Left a trail of blood behind. Mate comes hurrying with a cloth. Mops the floor and complains about the mess. Stunning moment of clarity. On holiday with family. … Continue reading The trouble with Corinthians
Should I be ashamed of creating, and of taking a little pride in it? (Cometh before a fall). Of making a poem, a story real or fancied, and putting it out there? (Don't do it on Facebook, you're seeking attention. Yes, I am. Look, I have done this. Is it not better than looking at … Continue reading Lose the Carnation, please
This post spoke straight to me, and evoked the islands we sometimes need to be.
By Paula B. at https://thetemenosjournal.com/author/thetemenosjournal/
Some days I sit here, after scrolling through the multitude of things that flash by and find myself drifting off and staring at this framed print I’ve had for years. Noticing the details of the flowers, the way that one flower in the lower right-hand corner looks like it’s dancing. How the artist used the blank spaces, how the alabaster type vases are different, and how with the strokes of light and dark I can almost imagine their weight in my hand. Can almost imagine the room they are in, with light streaming in through an open window, perhaps in the morning, or late in the afternoon. The wall behind with its rustic wash of plaster could be a room within some ancient dwelling, far away, such as an Italian Villa, or a Parisian apartment.
The last couple months I have wandered about, picking at the fringes, ran my eyes…
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what makes a nightmare for you? says the man who's been stunted 'cause his whole life he's been hunted what makes a nightmare for you? when cold comfort is all you can find all the time you must be wary and the heavy weight you carry means the devil's stalking you not far behind what … Continue reading For You
The tiny green glass bottle rests upon the dusty chest of drawers, well and surely away from my nightstand. It's where I once kept the precious tablets, cut into halves, that I had saved for a rainy day, when a little extra help would be a boon. These halves came from skimming a few whole … Continue reading Little green wings
Petulant pride assures me I am not superstitious. Don't go for any of that mumbo jumbo. Open the umbrella before I go outdoors, wife all the while tisking. Pick up black cats, scratch their chins. Walk under ladders. What do I care? Broke a mirror, not on purpose. Seven years bad luck? I proved it … Continue reading Very superstitious…writing’s on the wall
I've three fat cats Used to be four The skinny one passed I have turned them into kitty crackheads (Too liberal with the treats) Now I see the error of my ways How they manipulate me! Especially the the fattest one Cunningly, I think "we'll skip a night for the kibbles" I go to bed, … Continue reading Outsmarted
this heart has slowly settled it wants to be at peace pride and envy, jealousy it's willing to release scriptures read and understood 'tis not a fairytale their lessons are invaluable companions without fail I feel remorse for those who've died without the chance to live and I still here and need you now my … Continue reading I wish I may, I wish I might….
The funny fridge made too much ice. Overflowed all inside. Dumped the cubes in the sink, filled it up. Hosed the hot water and watched them melt. A studied simple pleasure. A novice at laundry, instructed by Wife. You do this and this, don't forget the lint. Slide out the screen, wet the fingertips. So … Continue reading Small things amuse small minds