My ex and I were talking today and laughing some about my blog.  He calls it the naughty blog.  I quipped to him that should I die and he lives past me, to at least share with my OS community that I've checked out.

Picking up the house tonight in preparation of Thanksgiving,… Read full post »

 

I fell in love with you last week.

After rain.

After work.

After ten days of forgetting who you are.

You reminded me

as I entered your door.

 I'm the guy, you said,

who will open your door,

open your beer,

and ask you to join me… Read full post »

For Any Person, Place or Thing

In the endless spell of dreams I know so well

Feels like my trouble’s coming home

And the leaves torn off the trees are tumbling down

All I’m saying is I’m not ready.… Read full post »

What is love?  

 I loved Larry in third grade.

He pulled my hair and grabbed my hand

yelling,  catch me if you can.

 I loved David when I was fourteen. 

I loved his jaw.  I loved his laughter.

I loved his hands as he taught me… Read full post »

 Fred was lanky and tall.

Mean, too 

some said.

A farmer. 

He didn't read, but requested

King James scripture nightly.

Every morning

I'd find him piling

small dark rocks of coal

inside the protruding dusty

pot belly warming his room. 

Rumor was Fred once got mad

ov… Read full post »

A lot of my current OS reading bumps against employment, lack of employment, new employment, lost employment.  Thankfully, I have found my niche.  In it I will stay until I wear nothing but the rattiest of clothes and the wooliest of socks roaming at will and undisturbed in some cabin of… Read full post »

I'd like to apologize to my OS community--if any feel this post is a clog of the feed. I've been here long enough to get the subtle etiquette of avoiding daily postings.  Bear with me though as  I'm still mending from fluache and the attack of the nostril-forcep-pinching Kleenex earwig. &nb… Read full post »

I awoke early.  A simple thought.  I wanted to read about antibiotics and probiotics (when to take).  I wanted to read OS.  Two days on the couch, coughing, the infection in the chest seems to be breaking. I wanted to listen to The Avett Brothers sing I and Love and… Read full post »

In Four

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I am flat.

On a shelf.

Flat.

I can't turn 'round my brain.

My daughter, the photographer, is leaving her husband.

I feel out of kilter.

She, the sticker.

I, the leaver.

Her leaving is not about me.

She has asked me to help her.… Read full post »

Today Jiminez posted a gripping flashback read.  As I immerse myself into his writing, a personal floodgate opens.  For months I have been angry about an aunt's erroneous placement in a care center.  The powers that be used a faulty diagnosis to put her behind a locked door.  This… Read full post »

Garden Heirloom Spaghetti.  Garlic French Bread. Buddy Guy.  OS.  Saturday night in the Carolina Blueridge.

 Out, damned spot! out, I say!—One: two: why, then ’tis time to do ’t.—Hell is murky!—Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?—Yet who would have thought the old man to have had s… Read full post »

She pierced her ears at twenty.

Her breasts were small.  Triple A.

Her legs were long; her bottom lip was red and full. 

A hundred pounds, her ass was round

where his lengthy fingers traced imaginary letters.

At thirty she discovered silks, heels, and nylons in… Read full post »

 A bird hit the window

the night we spoke of spirits

in The Vault.

The Vault, a

family secret where

once my aunt,

whose husband

was down in his back,

scrambled

under hidden stairs

to barter wíflác

for her mortgage. The

cunning banker, who tied

and hung white… Read full post »

Make it a double.

I need a shot of feel no pain.

My nerves are as jangled as the

vibrating strings on a Snuffy Jenkins'

three fingered hammered-down strum.

James Emmerling

James Emmerling

James Emmerling

Hummmm, Hummmm, Hummmm.

Bellied up again

I am reliving that last night

you called… Read full post »

Sunday brunch.  A garden omelet that looks like Christmas morning.  Dark Roast coffee.  The slight touch of a  rising September reminding me how much I love this coming season.

 A  Falling

What in me craves September?

The gentle wa… Read full post »

 
A majority of my income is earned in this space, my home office.

Three years ago, I walked away from an executive level administrative career. I didn’t know where I was going work-wise, and I hadn’t dealt with personal issues that had put me in the walk-away frame of… Read full post »

The limb that bends

bends toward me.

Reaches me.

Swings me.

Sometimes I think I know this tree.

I know this tree.

I know this limb.

Sometimes I think each leaf

is someone I've encountered,

some spirit,

some heart.

My tree shifts in the breeze,

stands in… Read full post »

Update:  Sometimes our worry is just that....worry.  Today's Facebook post from "my other son":

I miss Cheese-its.

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   Over ten years ago I took a boy into my home who was about my son's age.  At the time, he took to calling… Read full post »