‘Sposed to be high 30s by Wednesday. Will have to don long levis and perhaps add socks-n-shoes. Words-n-means fled last month so no worries there. Am contemplating tea but no sympathy togo with my pinto beans-n-rice hiding pork chops, peppers and onions and carrots. Just loaded up with some more books so if the glacier slides down this far I have weapons. Two beers left for Super Sunday as I sit and read and let great plays fight for attention. Just scored a few more great plays between hard edges when Randy Wayne White has run its course.

Cat Nap Revue

gray and cold outside
my chilled brain— words and meanings
fly away like leaves

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The grime wreaper sweeps clean. Never wash a pickup truck which has an aspirated engine and avoid candy wrapped with failed foil. Get a special mini-bucket for the red-headed fries and dedicate space behind the bench seat for such soilings emptied semi-annually or less-soon. What a nice piece of work, Juice. Kinda hard to grin-n-grim at the same time, though.

Cat Nap Revue

the super car wash
ketchup and candy wrappers
she files for divorce

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“Best Librarians”

(January 26, 2019)

one unrepentant “skin”*

next: ebony smile with such style

their spectral beauty

*(Related to the man who “took-in” Cochise from both sides and one of the few women I’ve known whose tattoos fit, my Apache book-bender still comes by from year to year and the sultaness of style whose hair and dress change it seems daily but her beatific smile still stays – meaningfully – before her universe. Each remains special and thankfully so to me.)