Category Archives: REALITY

May day grey day, buds swelling green and lilacs lavendar.  No competition from a blue, blue sky as streaks of spring are painted on the earth. Good.  Some poetics, some sense of imagery is coming back to me. Continue reading →

We need the time to fly away, sometimes.  When-where-how and do we need the return fare?  Continue reading →

So making myself a cream-cheese and chocolate bits-filled chocolate cake does help me feel a little better. It still doesn’t help me write good. Continue reading →

My future is planned out in list form.  Written if thought of, recited if not.  Beef, barley, bananas.  JAM = juice, apples and meat.  This morning, three white things I murmured three times before drifting to sleep in my bed.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Am slogging my way through a paper on "Goodbye To All That" without having finished the book.  Figured that if I didn’t at least start on it while I had some answers (and that all-important opening line! — yes, even … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Today I look at clouds and see clouds.  And I notice I am no longer hungry. Continue reading →

A touch of food poisoning most likely.  The last time that we went there I left him sitting at the table and stood outside.  We laughed when we went in, remembering almost fifteen years ago.  We’ve gone elsewhere for Mexican … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I need to retreat back to my morning bed.  The day is beating me physically with illness, emotionally with rejection, psychologically with doubt.  I need to hide from words just as cold winds.  Either does me damage now, low and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Cool today, both I and breaking day.  I think I have sucked everything out of mornings here, left nothing to inspire. I close the back door and go inside, murmuring absently as I move away.  I have been here, and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Do kids still lick Cheerios and stick them together to make cars and crosses and little people?  Or Puffed Rice and stick them to their teeth?  Do they wet an m&m on their tongue to paint their lips?  The red … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Am admittedly not as up on technology as I once was when building computers, but I don’t think there is–and if not, there should be–a cooling system for laps when using laptops.  What was cozily acceptable in winter, I can … Continue reading → Continue reading →

In all my fifty-some-odd years you’d think I’d come to learn it.  New England weather still can surprise me and delight. This weekend predicts seventy degrees.  Ten years ago, a foot of snow on April 12th.  The sun though, rules.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Sometimes I feel like such an idiot.  Other times, I’m a genius.  It’s when I’m thinking I’m a genius and turn out to in fact be an idiot that it’s the worst. It recalls with fear the changes as we … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A trick of April grudgingly offers a morning or two that lies warm on the skin.  Time to put away the jackets.  Bare legs appear as pale as the green buds on lilac branches.  Spring.  Is Here. But April fools … Continue reading → Continue reading →

"Good morning, Mrs. Smith.  Fine day today, isn’t it?" I say. "Good morning, Mrs. Gibb.  Yes, it’s lovely today, though a bit cool,"  she replies. I finish my errand before her, my next door-neighbor, and nod politely as I hurry … Continue reading → Continue reading →