My little sonnet won a prize. I get a free book of poetry. Yay. Can’t wait til the week is over. Can’t. Wait. Must. Make. It. To. Saturday.
Sonnet
I wrote this today for a sonnet competition. It was fun. In dull and muffled light the quiet two Digest the morning cereal and news He, cradling a cup of morning brew She, in his lap and hungry, gently mews Her paw outstretched, her tail a lazy curl With absent mind her reach he tucks away Beneath his flannel…
What she said, and what she SAID.
Setup: At a bar. There’s Me, there’s She, and there’s He. He and She are engaged. He and I are talking alone for five minutes at the bar. She comes up to us from the table where She and His family are sitting. SHE: Hi there! Who the hell is this? ME: Hello. Hmmm. Is…
Miles
Slam. Shiver shiver, on with the heat, on with the lights. On with NPR, my morning companion. Click the seat belt, shift to Reverse, out the driveway. Ca chunk, ca chunk, the sound of the road under worn tires, while Carl Castle reports the state of the world in his distinctive, reassuring voice. Marketplace comes on,…
Good News!
The boss’s wife got some relatively good news with her cancer. Looks like she’s going to be ok, after surgery – they caught it very early. She will have some emotional issues to deal with, but she’ll be alive to deal with them. I’m soooooo glad. So glad. And I know the boss is, too….