Brief prose, musings, random thoughts, occasional bits of amateur poetry - and whatever doesn't fit anywhere else. This is my junk drawer.
Friday, October 25, 2013
Like a Moth
I was drawn to her like a moth to a front-porch light bulb on a warm summer evening—not one of those coldly efficient compact fluorescent lights, or an even more efficient dimmable LED light, that is super bright, but emits no heat—an old-fashioned, searing 100 watt bulbous incandescent, that draws you into increasingly tight spirals, then quick-fries you at the first touch of the sizzling orb; my ardor only intensified by the knowledge that this type of light bulb would soon be outlawed.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Karma
He knew his karma account was overdrawn, with no source of replenishment any time soon ... but 'a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do', he thought as he fell
from the roof of the orphanage he was burglarizing, and noticed that his fall
would be broken by a police car – that just happened to be there on an
unrelated courtesy call.
Forgiveness and Remembrance
Des clés du bonheur
Pardonne tout - immédiatement.
Ne jamais oublier les actes de bonté.
Pardonne tout - immédiatement.
Ne jamais oublier les actes de bonté.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Terrible
Terrible
A horse at night,
Standing hitched alone
on the still street;
And whinnying …
as if some sad nude astride him
had gripped hot legs on him,
and sung
a sweet high hungry
single syllable
A horse at night,
Standing hitched alone
on the still street;
And whinnying …
as if some sad nude astride him
had gripped hot legs on him,
and sung
a sweet high hungry
single syllable
- Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Je n’oublie rien
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