One's first activity in several weeks That works to stretch the body and the mind Is sure to put some roses in one's cheeks And afterward will help one to unwind, Endorphin clouds in which the body drifts, Warm muscles loose, the brain demanding naps, All make one blissfully oblivious To immanent and foreordained collapse. … Continue reading June 7: The Cliff

Through growling grogginess I do perceive A growing groundswell of determined grit To grab with gruffness, nevermore to grieve For time lost as in gross gridlock we sit. Grandiloquent is our collective grouse, With gravitas our grievances we air, Grappling regret we ever left the house, Exchanging the most gratifying glares. It's said that misery … Continue reading June 6: Grr

It's pleasurable to take a single word And craft a couplet that conveys a thought That won't seem obvious or too absurd, And won't result in language overwrought. So when a thought's expressed in prosody That mimics a vernacular expression, By means of dictional simplicity, That stylish choice can cloud lines of succession- For oh, … Continue reading June 5: Craft

When by the wacky vagaries of fate You find yourself possessed of evidence That, generally known, would stir up great Hilarity and laughter at events- How difficult it is remaining mum When you just want to holler from on high, And bite at probability your thumb, Thus bidding secrecy a fond goodbye. Intolerable to have … Continue reading June 4: Setec Astronomy

When stopping silly arguments results In finding unexpected things to read, And when returning calls like an adult To lovely meals with dearest friends may lead, And sharing supper with a transient Precedes escaping my rehearsal early; Instead of grousing, currying content In dogs, who spread their joy amongst the surly. Magical thinking, this, to … Continue reading June 2: Positive Reinforcement

One does what one can do, but that is all. One tries not to leave any in the lurch. One aims to issue orders not too tall So that with failure one need not be smirched. One tries to take account for human needs. One tries one's very utmost not to nag. One to a … Continue reading May 31: Phooey.

This journey I am calling quadrupedal Since over three days it will have four legs, This scruffy dog I am renaming Wheedle, For kisses he delivers while he begs. That dachshund is a desk upon whose back A halting sonnet I seek to contrive. The Goodyear grounded under skies of black: A Giant tethered by … Continue reading May 30: Night Drive to Camarillo

The final word of my initial draft Cuts like a fiery sword into my brain, And in my frenzy I shall seize the haft- For editing I'll need it's blade again! For even as I celebrate the end Of that most painful process of producing Fictional fabric which sharp eyes will rend Into which criticisms … Continue reading May 29th: Roughing Up