Out on a limb

Out on a limb

Out on a limb
Location
Germany
Birthday
August 10
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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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     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 19Read full post »

JANUARY 31, 2011 4:09PM

OPEN CALL FLOUNCE: But I'm drifting...

I was born on the 19th of October 1910. So, by the time I reached the age of 16, I was sick and tired of teachers and friends saying “hey did you know your birthday is 1910 – 1910?” Like I didn't know 19 October could be written 1910! “Oh really!Read full post »
JANUARY 30, 2011 10:39AM

The 45th St. Cafe gets robbed

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 standingRead full post »

JANUARY 28, 2011 10:34AM

There are four words...

 

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

NowRead full post »

JANUARY 21, 2011 10:25AM

On my way to journeys end

More than a friend

 

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



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JANUARY 11, 2011 12:07PM

The 45th St. Cafe Fran

Continued.

 

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 »

JANUARY 11, 2011 11:22AM

The 45th St. Cafe Fran

 

Continued.

 

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 »

JANUARY 6, 2011 10:37AM

45th St. Cafe Mean Karl

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 theRead full post »

JANUARY 3, 2011 10:38AM

The Scream

The Scream 

 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 »

DECEMBER 31, 2010 9:03AM

I May Leave Anytime Now

Kroatien 2010 027 

 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 surfaceRead full post »

DECEMBER 30, 2010 1:44AM

A cold beyond imagination

A cold beyond imagination 

 

When she left a cold set in

A cold beyond imagination

Stopping my heart.


The sun still shone...

Without desire.


The sky revolved to blue

A blue beyond imagination

Stopping my eyes.


The clouds still sailed...

Without direction.


When she left a cold set inRead full post »

DECEMBER 29, 2010 12:40PM

Cool Wisdom

Cool Wisdom 

 

Cool Wisdom

 

 

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 »

DECEMBER 28, 2010 8:38AM

Summer will soon be here.

Summer will soon be here. 

 

Summer will be here soon!

 

This year 

Winter arrived early

Unannounced

 Catching me by surprise

I swear it was only

Last evening

The temperature

Somewhere

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.

Dear Thomas

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 likeRead full post »

Big Tom is black. And in the early days of the 45th st. Cafe he was the only black person who was considered a regular. That's if you don't count the two black ladies who came in for coffee to-go every Monday through Friday. None of us regulars, – including Big/… 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

 … Read full post »

NOVEMBER 24, 2010 8:56AM

Miss Bolivia and the 45th st. Cafe

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 »

NOVEMBER 23, 2010 8:44AM

The 45th st. Cafe

 

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, andRead full post »

NOVEMBER 21, 2010 1:00PM

Will Sally make it?

 

 

 

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 »

NOVEMBER 21, 2010 8:39AM

An Old Mans Lament

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 »