A dachshund's an unsubtle little creature Whose manners are perfunctory at best, Whose stubbornness confounds the patient teacher, By whom a grand persona is possessed. But luckily attempts at stealing food Are oft preceded by a stalking mien, And throes of undesired solitude Through yaps and cunning poses can be seen. While some requests in … Continue reading November 12: Big Miss
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November 11: AAK and EEW
We met in summer, fathers' daughters we, Though during school years we were separated And parents' hopes were not a guarantee, We reunited, friendship unabated. But then one autumn, new names we selected To be our first identities online, And since we two were already connected The BBS served only to refine Our giddiness- for … Continue reading November 11: AAK and EEW
November 10: Seasonettes
When one lives in a coastal chaparral, The joke is that we only have two seasons: One dry, one wet, and by that rationale Our climate is monotonous, and reasons To shun it are abounding, for the mild Of winter weakens us when faced with cold, Expecting it to suit us, like a child, As … Continue reading November 10: Seasonettes
November 9: Inner Space
Grief is a hole that suddenly appears Protected by an invisible seal, Hidden, immeasurable, so that one fears The indefinable may not be real. And yet it can be felt sporadically, At times both unforseeable and those That fall beneath predictability And half-remembered history- suppose That curiosity will chip away The seal, but fear of … Continue reading November 9: Inner Space
November 8: Day of the Living
Two women, separated by three years, Two thousand, seven hundred sixty miles, And three time zones, but linked by blood and tears Pick up their phones with matching wistful smiles And dial the number of their elder brother To wish him happy birthday both at once, Thus making him ring off to greet the other … Continue reading November 8: Day of the Living
November 7: O My Sainted Aunt
My evening walk brought me up to a wall Where previously a set of stairs had been- A set of rotten roots had caused to fall A mighty eucalpytus, clad in green. When morning dawned, the screen of leaves had gone, The trunk chopped into manageable blocks, Though doughty bannister had undergone A transformation from … Continue reading November 7: O My Sainted Aunt
November 6: Hopeless
Elections did not go as I had hoped, Despite the plethora of hopeful signs So with grave disappointment I must cope... Aww. Look at that sweet puppy. HE IS MINE! Alas, perspective is in short supply- When one can figure in pain and depresssion, Replacing want with wising to comply, FOR GOODNESS SAKES, do YOU … Continue reading November 6: Hopeless
November 5: Sport
I tossed the birdie high into the sky Then spiked it with my trusty ping-pong paddle Alas, my shrewd opponent did decry The placement of my flag preceding battle, But lo, he stood in a reversal zone, And so my penalty on him would fall Through song and dance my error to atone, Except I … Continue reading November 5: Sport
November 4: All For An “I Voted” Sticker
My phone was silent in the falling dusk. No campaign flyers clogged our daily mail. No nosy pollsters forced me to be brusque, As they my doors and worried dogs assail. The only sign that we have reached the end Of this incessant, scurrilous campaign: Long lines of cars the polling sites attend As hopefuls … Continue reading November 4: All For An “I Voted” Sticker
November 3: Time Management
My calendar and I are on good terms: It tells me where and when and what to be, And leaves to me deciding what is firm And what was added arbitrarily, And so when double bookings do occur, Inevitable as housework, death, and taxes, To sanity and wellness I defer And other limitations learned through … Continue reading November 3: Time Management
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