Wandering Hither and Yon

While we were waiting to pick up our pizza, my nephew, age 11, told me how it must suck to have a birthday so close to Christmas. Yup, I agreed, you’d think Jesus, being the Son of God and all, would have planned better.

Moth Dives into our bottle; Suicide by Wine. We chuckle, and drink its red flame. Black Rock RV Park in Salome, AZ

“She’s a fucking bitch. She just loves bitching about everything. She’ll bitch about this for awhile, and then I’ll throw her a carrot and she’ll bitch about that.” Oh, the things I hear while lounging in bed.

Keiko Kakes Bakes Shaken-Bakes Coffee Kakes Keiko-Bako Keiko-Bako-Shako Keiko-Bako-Bits Little bits of bacon Mrs Bits of Bacon Mrs Bits of Bacon Pie Bits of bacon pie Noodle Pie Pie of Noodles Mrs Bits Mrs Bits of pie of noodles Triple Triangles Trips Teutonic Terror Get out of the pond, you Water Pig

How many nights had he sat there, under painted constellations, muttering to himself: “Oh wheeling and revolving of things!” A year’s perhaps, maybe even a century’s? And still he squandered those delicate vials all filled with the wonder of starlight on snow, and the beat of a golden dragonfly’s wing, and mixed them with abandon [...]

I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the cake. No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me. An exquisite pleasure [...]

Crows sit cawing from a pine as the sky darkens and threatens an October rain.

Dead leaf falling Cool mornings of dappled sunlight, A Red Maple on Winter’s edge.

Moon In Autumn: darkness falls as Rabbits shiver In its pale glistening shadow. (More on Fibonnaci Poems)