Happy birthday

Sausages, tomatoes and
nice crispy bacon
strawberries, raspberries, grapes
bowls filled with the last of summer

We raise pints of ale
in honor of uncle and nephew
and the road that goes ever on
and on

As the last moon of the summer
begins to set

Conflicted

So.

Not really being creative here at all
but reveling in the creativity of others:

The Hillywood Show Supernatural Parody
A story written by one dear to me
a two-day-old sweet girl baby

Is this the Blessed Realm, or what?

I also walked on streets today
by homeless vets and others whose stories
are written in their faces
in languages I can't know

Some dollars here and the last of my change there
can't possibly be enough

Where's the blessing in that?

Gifts and griefs and guilts

I feel it in the air

is this the hottest
day year hour--only for now;
this record will break

Readings

Ahh, one job done for the week and one more shift at the other job, and then two whole days off!

Stories and poems drift through my head all day, every day, then wander off, maybe to someone who has time to properly cherish them. I wish them well. The stories and the lucky conduits. My notebook sits dusty on top of a stack of books on my bedroom floor. It no longer bothers to stare at me resentfully. Resignation has become the wiser course.

I have been reading an odd collection of books lately: California Bees and Blooms; some Jane Austen lit crit that was really good but whose title escapes me just now; Redshirts by John Scalzi, Ready Player One by the guy who just put out another scifi called Armada, which is somewhere on my reading list, but I will have to take a Pratchett break soon...maybe dip back into The Fifth Elephant. The pendulum will swing back to science or history soon enough, but right now I'm in the mood to be entertained. Maybe a Regency romance? Yeah...........