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Drifting

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…

Dreams

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…

Soundbites

Soundbites

Cool Crisp Eery Outlined Bones Pointing At Orange Fire Moving Pushing To Stormy Blues Trying something new this month to have a creative outlet to contrast with work. Seems crazy at this busy time to try to do daily posts but that’s what I’m going to try. Just a photo and a brief poem, quote,…

Life Goes A Buzzing Bye

I’m working a lot And thinking and worrying about work a lot And trying to figure out how to stop stressing about work a lot Many visits to a financial planner later Walla! There’s a retirement plan I say, “I’ll work for five more years.” “Eight would be better,” he says. “I’ll tighten my budget,”…

Running Raggedly

Running Raggedly

Will I continually start, stutter,  stumble, stop. Repeat, repeat, repeat Just do it Sounds so simple Seems to be impossible Try again Do the important stuff first It’s all important except maybe  cleaning the house Some things, like sleeping Are important by nature Other things  are important to me It’s all timing When I have…