Archive for July, 2017

Tuesday, July 11th, 2017

 

Every week my housekeeper, Mrs. Baxter, makes a salad. Today it was a fattoush – a mixed herb and toasted bread salad that comes from somewhere foreign. Every week Mrs. Baxter makes a salad. And usually it’s edible.

Monday, July 10th, 2017

 

You know I am happy by seeing me happy but you do not know
I am happy by having my happiness for you cannot have my happiness
and yes, when I am happy I know that I am happy by being happy.

Sunday, July 9th, 2017

 

indicating left,
I drove off the road and into a field where we might
talk to cows

Saturday, July 8th, 2017

 

“Many poets are not poets
for the same reason that many religious men
are not saints: they never succeed
in being themselves.”

Friday, July 7th, 2017

 

Why, thought the meadow grass, is everyone so ugly? and then it turned to the sky to embrace the audio version of bird life, and Nature arose in its green mind, and was very good.

Thursday, July 6th, 2017

 

God sprawled back on the new faux leather couch and in His head created a couple of things He’d just thought up. They didn’t have names yet but Adam, who was enjoying a new lease of life, could get to that later.

Wednesday, July 5th, 2017

 

WHAT I DID YESTERDAY

Bought the wrong batteries
Cut legs
Threw novel in bin
Lost head

Tuesday, July 4th, 2017

 

THINGS TO DO TODAY, THINGS TO DO TODAY

Buy batteries. Shave legs. Finish novel. Spring clean head.

Monday, July 3rd, 2017

 

The air I was breathing smelled of Winter though the air filling the house was made of Summer.

Sunday, July 2nd, 2017

 

I was wearing my anti-other-people cloak of darkness
and had my head stuck in-between the leaves of a book about trees
while you went out and socialized with a visiting foreign copse