Friday, September 11, 2015

It just seems wrong

 
With water being such a vital part
of life
You'd think we'd extend the
amount of time between
faucet and drain
 
 
 


Life's Sessions

I first noticed your face when I was a small child
I didn’t pay much attention back then
 
Later of course I would see it constantly
All through school –
 
And during my working years
(especially during my working years)
 
No matter what was happening to me
Your face never changed expressions –
 
I couldn’t tell what you were thinking
 
Then, once I had become old
When I couldn’t even hear you anymore
I’d look up at you and I’d see it
 
and I knew
 
And of course you knew all along
 



 
 
Faces show age and 
Sessions end

 
 


Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Not Too Bright

 
The designer of this light fixture
didn't consider someone might have to
replace a bulb someday.
 


Monday, September 7, 2015

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Old World German Chocolate Flat Cake


Recipe:

 1 idea - half baked
16 ceiling tiles (Unsweetened)
1 Antique-looking fixture (Light)
A dash of ingenuity
4 oz. of Skullduggery (Finely chopped)
Let cool (Approximately 20 minutes)
Rotate  180°
 


Serve with Blog

Friday, September 4, 2015

Notes:


Note to writer

 

Fill pens with fresh thoughts.

 

Place old, worn-out thoughts at the curb on trash day.

 

Hide behind curtain and watch the trash men try to lift the heavier thoughts.

 

Chuckle, but hope they don’t hurt themselves.

Ha Ha Ha…

 

 

Note to Artist

 

Add one or two droplets of Sunshine to yellow paint.

 

Swirl no more than three drops of mystery into blue.

 

Add less than one full drop of sinister into black.

 

Sprinkle a pinch of granulated life into green, and only if you feel like it – casually expose some Ho-hum into the grays and browns.

 

Hint:  Grind up some crackers to cleanse your palette.
 
 

What bugs me

It is immediate frustration at the entanglement of sheets.  Suddenly I am awake, kicking at untucked corners and pulling at slipping blankets.
I can’t even imagine becoming ensnared in a web, frantically pulling to get a foot free, unable to roll over without becoming more entwined.
 
 
Now I'll never get back to sleep.
 
  


Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Melancholy

 
 


Red Mug

 
 
A red mug, like a sprinkle of salt, accentuates
 the flavor of a Sunrise - adding a little spark to a new day.