Morning Poetry

Ode to a Mug

The face never lies

Donald Trump is that last person I expected to feel sympathy for – ever.

Hoarder or Scientist?

     

What? You don't have a rhinoceros skull?

     The other day I was casting about for a venue for a day out with a friend.

Snap Judgment

Hung Up

 

Joan Crawford aside, I could use some more old-fashioned metal coat hangers. 

Art Ownership

          Today’s morning visit to blog land left me thinking about the impact of art on our lives. Thank you, Steve, at Shadows and Light .

Where did the week go?

So we’re back from the shore. The sand is already vacuumed from the car – a land-speed record for us. I usually drive around for at least a week with my sandals nostalgically grinding over my transplanted portion of First Encounter Beach.

Leaving Reality Behind

 



We’re all settled in for the next week here in the brachiordiaradialis,

or then again, maybe the pronator teres of Cape Cod. Just above the elbow, anyway.