Yes, here you can enjoy some more photographs, sent to me by her new family. She seems to be having lots of fun playing in the water.
Here are some fine examples of Urban Art, sent to me by my ex-wife and dear friend Yaira Lepate, from Ra’ananna, Isreal .
Goodness me are you really fifty? And yet you’re really still quite nifty Suppose now you’ll have to be Staid and refined, not unlike me So when, if we ever, go out downtown Who’ll get the job of playing the clown I guess not us, we’ll be toeing the line We’ll leave that to the […]
This is just to let you all know that Ralphie is still alive and kicking- Do excuse the typos and such, I am having one hell of a time trying to operate a keyboard that is half in Arabic! I am more or less in the middle of nowhere here, but have finally found an […]
Twenty-eight days has February. A very light load for one month to carry. The other months have 2 and 3 more. Thirty and thirty-one being their big score. In Leap Years the days they do vary Making 29 days in February
Writers are carnal bastards that talk with their fingers. We live to tell everything. We live to expose our soft under bellies because we are all shameless exhibitionists. We are profoundly sensitive and we care too much, but, oddly, we won’t answer the phone when our best friend calls because we are sleighed in the […]
Not always, but habitually I can see straight through most pretenders. I can’t read palms or look into your eyes and tell you all about your future, but, simply give me some time alone with your words, in person or in print and in a brief while, I will see your heart. I’m not talking […]
I realize that I write about early mornings repetitively, but, I am so excited about the dawning of a new day, I have no restraint. What possibilities lay ahead and how can I make this day count in truly meaningful ways? This morning is black; still, I can make out a fine icy dusting of […]
Get Off it!!
Auch, Ouch, Ooohh, Dangit, Auwah…!!!
Keep on shoveling it, Sarchy! Attah boy…Teehee!
Bless me Mother For I know things Things that I Never Wanted to know Bless me Mother for I am spinning Upon the baked soil Bare feet, raw toes Dancing, weaving Cursing, birthing Singing, a cherished tune Beneath the frosted moon Toiling for naught, Dancing for no one Bless me Mother for I listen with one […]
Originally posted on Flickr Comments:
looking after years in some old shoe boxes with photos, I found out, that always human interest was more important for me than skylines of houses, plants or sundowns. A small pocket camera was always by my side – still a bridge to what I felt years ago, when at…
I plead the fifth yet again!
I must admit that I had never even noticed this. How remiss of me!
Originally posted on ImTheOnly1:
Hahaha omg my sense of humor really sucks. Im actually laughing my ass of when i se pictures like this 😉 Hehehe well guess thats who i am 🙂 Take me as I am or.. you can just fuck off! 😉
Unto my Books — so good to turn — Far ends of tired Days — It half endears the Abstinence — And Pain — is missed — in Praise — As Flavors — cheer Retarded Guests With Banquettings to be — So Spices — stimulate the time Till my small Library — It may be […]
I think they rubbed out the wrong bits in this picture! What say you?
From The New York Times: <Click here to read!> A comment from bronxie in florida, February 18th, 2012 – 6:56 pm Exclamations and explanations are beyond necessary. If you don’t enjoy, love or understand. this outstanding serial….just forget it and dwell elsewhere.. As a long awaited follow up to the Upstairs Downstairs programs and their […]
I know, I know, I’ll get on with it in a minute!
Happens to me every day! Incorrect is wrong rong wrong! Rite? Right? Hunhh?
Here are some more pictures of the lovely Linda, sent me by dear Denise. She reports that it’s still bloody cold in Germany and that Linda is doing extremely swell!
Nice words and they rhyme at that!
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Friendships come and Friendships go Like wave upon the sand Like day and night Like birds in flight Like snowflakes when they land But you and I are something else Our friendship’s here to stay Like weeds and rocks and dirty socks It never goes away
Sounds like a plan!
Today I will be absent. Ashes will gather on the hearth and dirty dishes fill the sink. It is cold – my icy fingers clutch my coffee mug for warmth. The open windows admit the birdsong and the chill. Candles flare in the draughts and smoke from joss sticks swirls around the room. I […]
Sorry folks, but real life is catching up with me. I have to go and do some real work for a change. I leave this site in the capable hands of my fellow authors for a couple of days. See yawl when I get back. Don’t forget me now, you hear!? Don’t worry, I’m not […]