end of July, poems
end of July — hearing the cicadas above the traffic ________________ end of July — dog waiting for cars in the shade ________________ end of July — rust on the gate creaks
I am in here.
end of July — hearing the cicadas above the traffic ________________ end of July — dog waiting for cars in the shade ________________ end of July — rust on the gate creaks
Usual oncologist’s checkup yesterday. I have been napping the last couple of days away, it seems, not just through laziness (though there is always that, I suppose), but also through a touch of anemia. I don’t have B12 issues yet, despite my imaginings of a couple of months ago; my red blood cells are still … Continue reading Early for coffee, and for energy. Not the same thing.
@PaulWalsh I thought the long tail belonged to a cat… # does anyone here use scribefire? # Powered by Twitter Tools.
Peter has made it back home here this morning, fresh from the wilds of NYC. He has nothing but awful things to say about the airline that cancelled his flight last night for no good reason, but he seems to have forgotten all of that in the reunion with parents and chihuahua. He and his … Continue reading Kid safely home