there’s no future in a memory (barbara)

  • Age: 67
  • Joined: August 2011

Journal

from june 30

4:30a. dawn teases the northeast, venus bright over a neighboring roof: my time for coffee. / noonish. drosophilae cloud from the banana peels; perhaps not the season for a fresh fruit bowl. fruit flies perch about the lip of my tea mug; I wave them off before each sip. / 9p. moon half faced as night hangs a shawl on the wind: my time for cocoa.
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oyster

Backstage, Whiteface contemplates the janitor sweeping the aisle. But there’s work to do, chewing scenery, laying an egg. Whiteface has eggface as a default. / A dreamer must have feet firmly grounded solid. But this is a bit different, cement solidifying about his feet, two beefy thuggers ensuring his quietude, laughing in a language unfamiliar. At least they’d removed his shoes, nic…
Posted over 3 years – 2 comments

what a week

fri the 13th came on thur this mumph. 14th was the eve of the ides, so eva and ida, the marching sisters habitually habited, planned this sun to, on mon, corn the beef of paddy, patronizing saint of jamison’s infirmity, in the land of punts. all while a mooning full (since awane), the birds jumping, frogs singing, earthworms migrating amongst the blooming weeds, weasels fornicating under th…
Posted over 3 years – 3 comments

faith

Our little mustard seed had faith … in the inevitable, so rarely suffered doubt. Our little mustard seed joined with others and was ground with tumeric, decorating a bunned frank at our holiday picnic. Faith is delicious.
Posted about 4 years – 2 comments
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