Floaties
Stars upon our lake of silver plait
Stars * * Spinning * Spinning
“Oh, no. Not at all. No, I certainly don’t see or hear things that others don’t,” he said to his new therapist, “but I swear on my dragon’s pajamas that my cat just saw a ghost.”
Stars upon our lake of silver plait
Stars * * Spinning * Spinning
Went shootin’ carp in the park with Cupid. O, Musie, what fun!
I stand shining with Milne on this one.
Maybe I’m preoccupied. Or just occupied. So many unnecessary fixes, pre- and/or suf-, maybe I’ve been occupied since before the beginning. Maybe my mind is just occupied. I live here, for one.
All I know about these things is less is more. Subject, verb, then object if any. Stop. Have a breath. Must remember to breathe. Use few. Few as possible. Flammable. The more you know the less you use. Careful with kindling. Do not ignite. Less flammable out There when they …
Dear Ms. Rice,
The honeybees are here now giving
the clover a working over,
Buckle up, Babysitters…
The leaves are flying. ‘Tis the season. I feel like it’s time to get back to work, whatever it was.
Did you know that W.H. Hudson learned to fight with a knife at the age of four? I’m unsurprised. I understand.
…maybe a pen and some ink
and the luxury of stacks of blank pages. And a little desperation to keep me honest.
A little agony never hurts.
That’s all I need…