050425

A brush with death every few months is plenty. I got awfully tired of riding the ambulance every week for months. Good advice from a friend who I believe is no longer with us. Take each day as it comes and enjoy it to the fullest because it may be your last. I am a homebody, but within the strictures of my nature that is what I do. Last time, a great deal of my blood decided that it was tired of staying inside my veins. If it had only asked, I could have explained. If I had only listened to how I was feeling, I would have had that ambulance ride a day sooner. Mea Culpa. There are people who would miss me and I don't want to disappoint them. Plus, who knows what wonders tomorrow will bring. That's enough philosophy for today I think!

050325b

the circles
the puppy ran
his muddy holes

050325

snuggle up
with an old book
old friend

050225b

lives of chance
diminished agency
by aliens imposed

050225

3 poems published in Five Fleas 29-Apr. 25: https://fivefleas.blogspot.com/

050125b

this white hair
these tired bones
this ain't me
I'm still the boy
who tramps the woods
looking for red efts
and box turtles
comparing yellow and orange
motifs on their shells

050125

I lose a week
supine in the hospital
the election's here