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Time and Real Life
There is so much I’ve forgotten and not because it was something to forget but because I wasn’t paying close enough attention to know the significance at the time. How often am I doing that again? Am I doing it right now?
Dreams
Walking down the sidewalk
Plastic cup of whisky in my hand
“This is illegal,” I think
I’m a good girl
I don’t do things like this…
A Surprise Path
For those of you worried about Latte’s juvenile record, I believe she gets a couple more chances before there is a formal complaint about her outspokenness. We’ve had quite a few heart-to-heart talks over the weekend. Poor Latte is exhausted from trying so hard to be good while Java is exhausted from trying to be…
Java’s Idiosyncrasies
Here is another side of the story about my first day in the enchanted woods that I left out of my previous post. Java, poor girl, dragged up north to lay around waiting for me to take her out to explore. Sitting at the cabin’s small dining table, with its wooden chairs that are too…
Drifting
Each night I set my boats to sea and leave them to their bawdy business. Whether they drift off maddened, moon-rinsed, or dock in the morning scuffed and chastened— is simply how it is, and I gather them in. ~ from “Describe Yourself in Three Words or Less” by Rita Dove (this poem and eleven…
Thanksgiving
I recently completed a free online course called “The Science of Happiness.” Sounds hokey, touchy feely, worthy of an eye roll, I know, but it was actually very good…