“Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.” ― George Gordon Byron Today I woke up to an even chillier – by Florida standards, anyway – morning than I did the day before; the sun had only just risen, so it was still semi-dark outside, with temperatures in the lowContinue reading “Musings & Thoughts for Saturday, December 17, 2022, or: Chilly Day in Tampa Bay Area Triggers Memories of Sevilla in 1988”
Battleship-gray skies Mixed with cold Siberian winds Give me chills, goosebumps.
Grey-black clouds float high Above the wind-bent treetops Like tears, falls the rain
“December is the holdout month, all the others torn away.” ― Anne Gisleson, The Futilitarians: Our Year of Thinking, Drinking, Grieving, and Reading With Christmas Day of 2022 only 12 days away – and New Year’s Eve 18 days in the future – and my move to Brandon looming on a date that is “TBA”Continue reading “Tempus Fugit: Remembering Mid-December, 1972: New School, New Girlfriend, and Apollo’s Last Hurrah”
Share five things you’re good at. Auburn hair, loose, brushed Past fair shoulders gently spills Catches morning’s light
Cold winter morning Bodies spooning cozily “Let’s do it again!”
Long, slow, winter day; My mind, too tired to write prose, Crafted some haikus.
Your face in profile Bathed in the day’s wintry twilight Fills me with wonder
Dry leaves underfoot Crackle loudly like gunshots Quick! This is the spot!
Hair fanned on pillow Eyes half-closed, smile on your lips “Was this your first time?”