Lunch today:
Tomato sandwich: peasant type bread, hellmans, black pepper, ripe tomato.
That is all.
Lunch today:
Tomato sandwich: peasant type bread, hellmans, black pepper, ripe tomato.
That is all.
couch on the shoulder**
four legs each wanting to go
a different directionfurniture sitting
abandoned by the roadside
where was it going?a chair and pillow
grass lapping around the legs
an easy summer
**alternately, road’s edge
After reading the Sunday funnies, I went right to the birthday horoscope:
That bit at the top of the right column is for Virgo also, today’s view.
After a marvelous dinner with Mom, which we were so busy eating that I failed to take any photos, it was some chatting and then dessert. Mine is the one with two cherries because Mom likes me.
On the way home, at last there was a big light in the sky. Last night’s moon might have been fuller but this one was just beautiful.
Last night apparently my counting skills weren’t all they could have been. So for those who wonder if I ever edit/rewrite anything:
Found while messaging
an accidental haiku
look! there’s seventeen!Found in a message,
conversational haiku
funny accidentsthough accidental โ
even without some context โ
unconscious haiku.
Sentimentality, the ostentatious parading of excessive and spurious emotion, is the mark of dishonesty…the wet eyes of the sentimentalist betray his aversion to experience, his fear of life, his arid heart; and it is always, therefore, the signal of secret and violent inhumanity, the mark of cruelty.






