The perfect week starts on Monday and rolls easy – an off-the-cuff joint.
The week starts on Monday, and the new year starts on September 1. These are my truths, but they’re not everyone’s truths. They’re not even my wall calendar’s truth – I like those to start on Sunday. The Sunday-column-first is the calendar I grew up with and that kind of patterning is hard to change, especially when there’s no real need. It’s not as though … Continue reading The perfect week starts on Monday and rolls easy – an off-the-cuff joint.
An adverb is (not always) a beautiful thing – an off-the-cuff joint.
Once upon a time, I believed I was a writer-savant. I came to that belief during my school years, and the feelings solidified during my all-lower-case university days. In my defense, I tend to do well with scholastic writing, mark-wise, so it wasn’t an unreasonable assumption. I did edit my academic works, a habit I excluded from my personal writing as unnecessary, what with all … Continue reading An adverb is (not always) a beautiful thing – an off-the-cuff joint.
Desktop cleanse, mark 537.
My desktop is again cluttered with memes I’m waiting to share. The perfect opportunity is more rare than one supposes, however. I suppose that’s why they say, “Perfection is the enemy of good.” I hope to meet the wise oracles of “they” one day. Regardless, it sounds like good advice. So, enjoy. Or don’t – I accept zero responsibility. All that matters is I’m free … Continue reading Desktop cleanse, mark 537.
one true way (poetry)
how many shades of green in the backyard cedar hedge, how many variegated branches flicker in the sun? impossible to count – the more you look, the more you see. more greens dance there than live in my box of crayons, and i bought the deluxe set. how many differing raindrops fall on how many differing blades of grass, each welcoming the varied deluge as … Continue reading one true way (poetry)
From Famine to Feast 