Out on a limb
- August 10
- My goal it was to reach a star...
I spread my wings, but flew not far
I hoped to make it past the rim.
Instead I'm stuck... out on a limb
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August 16, 2013 01:42PM
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February 26, 2013 09:20AM
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October 18, 2012 02:47PM
- Full Circle
October 11, 2012 07:03AM
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was excellent, and kept the
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Sister Raven Hair Surprise!
did not mention,
October 13, 2013 05:52AM
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think you're suffering from
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this Songbird. It have been
sometime as of late,
September 29, 2013 12:08PM
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Last week Myrtle and I celebrated our 70th wedding anniversary! Hard to believe it's lasted so long, what with all the moaning and groaning that woman throws my way. Hell she's got a complaint about something I've done before I've even done it? I swear that woman's got radar-… Read full post »
This is in response to an Open Call post at http://open.salon.com/blog/bernadine_spitzsnogel/2011/02/04/armageddon_nation_in_fat_pants_open_call. Posted by Bernadine Spitzsnogel. Thanks for the inspiration.
As some of you might remember from my last post, (But I'm drifting) I was born on the 19… Read full post »
Fran let out a deep sigh, as if she'd been holding her breath through the whole ordeal. It was Walter who found his voice first. Funny 'cus he'd been trying to blend into the woodwork during the entire robbery.
“Why didn't you grab him Big Tom?” squeaked Walter. “He was standing… Read full post »
There are four words, and they are loathed
They have no mates, they're not betrothed
They can't be joined, it's just their fate
These are the words we poets hate
Alone they stand among the rest
I've tried to rhyme, but failed the test
Now… Read full post »
On my way to journeys end
I found someone
More than a friend
She took my hand and gave her heart
I did the same
So was our start
We share our love, we share our life
I am her man
She is my wife
I'm sure on an individual level all us regulars had different thoughts as to just what the 45th St. Cafe meant. Although as a group, I'm sure we would have all called it something akin to home. I know for a fact Fran considered it her home, and… Read full post »
I'm sure on an individual level all us regulars had different thoughts as to just what the 45th St. Cafe meant. Although as a group, I'm sure we would have all called it something akin to home. I know for a fact Fran considered it her home,… Read full post »
Mean Karl was a man of the street. He was truly street smart. Fran used to call him a graduate from the school of hard knocks. But she never said that to him personally, at least not that I know of. At any rate, Karl had the lumps to prove the… Read full post »
I lie, only to evade telling him the truth
My frowning obscured with a smile
Living in an arena
Where love is fought to the death
His lips dull... dry
Still I fear his sharp surgical tongue
Waiting to lash out
Drawing moisture from my emotions
I celebrate,… Read full post »
I May leave anytime now
Nothing holding me here
No more than a line.
You may think I'm secured
But I'll break loose in time.
I float with your moods
Their bobbing and rolling
But one day I'll arise
Set free I'll go trolling.
The surface… Read full post »
When she left a cold set in
A cold beyond imagination
Stopping my heart.
The sun still shone...
The sky revolved to blue
A blue beyond imagination
Stopping my eyes.
The clouds still sailed...
When she left a cold set in… Read full post »
He stands, sentinel
Waiting for the silence...
To be heard.
His roots, in the earth
Yet he Reaches for the heavens...
Caught somewhere in-between.
No arms, no legs
Only body, and a mind...
A face to reflect.
He watches, as I pass… Read full post »
Summer will be here soon!
Winter arrived early
Catching me by surprise
I swear it was only
In the high 70's
I dismounted from
A fantastic ride
Through the first glimpse… Read full post »
If you have not read Part one, I suggest doing so before reading further.
I am uncertain where to start, even though I have started this letter dozens of times since that fateful night so long ago. I am certain any explanation, no matter how truthful, will sound like… Read full post »
The next day she popped in was almost a week later. The weather that day had slipped back into February. Rain washed the street outside. Miss Bolivia whooshed in through the door, pushed by a turbulent-wind rampaging just beyond the cafe windows. Her hair buffeted into something bizarre... Bohemian.… Read full post »
Lives and Strings and other 'portant Things
Aunt Jess used to say the world was made of
Lives and Strings and other 'portant Things
And that we're all caught up in the same tapestry
Some of us woven tight as silk... others loosely knitted
Miss Bolivia and the 45th st. Cafe:
On a special request from Miss Rising, I'm going to begin this 45th st. Cafe allotment by introducing Miss Bolivia. Normally she would have made her appearance much later. That being 'cause she first arrived at the Cafe in the Spring of 84'. But/… Read full post »
It was in the cold, cold winter of 1982 that I claimed squatters rights to the corner booth. Fran, the owner only shrugged once at my assertion of ownership. Her shoulders were strong, she'd made a reasonable collegiate line-backer if it hadn't been for that being a girl thing, and… Read full post »
Will Sally make it?
This bus-stop wall held upright only by layers of graffiti
The hitching post for my hopes of seeing her again
I dare not add my complaints or poor grammar
To this faded collection of written mortar
Hope is the last emotion to die
And… Read full post »
An old mans lament
At night, in this darkened room
Awaiting sleep... warmly wrapped in woven cloth
Expired decades jump and dance
Amongst the spaces of worried thoughts
My fears are but three
The past will haunt
This present never ends
And then tomorrow...
The uncertainty therein. Read full post »