uncooperative, overly malleable words. words that try to read you as you read them. as you write them. telling a story they have no business divulging. writing secrets that no one knew hadn't been told. oh, words ( Read more... )

His hands are shaped like wedges. His granddaughter called them 'cazma,' or trowels, as she tugged on them, saying "si si," 'and and,' when he pretended to drift off during her bedtime story. He can no longer carry the sacks of potatoes home from the market to prepare for winter. He threatens to enlist a neighbor, saying he'll bring a wagon, which ( Read more... )

I can't help remarking on the anniversary of September 11. The moron minister in Florida wanting to burn copies of the Koran is such a blithering idiot, I wish he and everyone like him would just drop dead. But that would spark a catastrophe as more than half the global population would be suddenly extinguished. Probably myself included. And it ( Read more... )

Cracked open like a wishbone, the third or so dead dog ceases to be disturbing, legs pointing skyward in a stiff roadside salute. Seeing the kerchiefed dame break off a switch and actually kick a poor beast that stole the mici, that got me. Especially when he came skulking back and begged for a pat. The dogs here almost outnumber humans, and share ( Read more... )

Strife, chaos, unpleasantness and misunderstandings between an old pensioner and his step daughter re-arrived in the country and stiff with perceived slights and injustice ( Read more... )

You don't have to be funny, or pretty, or even bright.

You'll be my number one speed dial when I'm up all night.

It's 4 am and I'm groggy as hell but the cats' heavy breathing and gallumphing about has woken me from what may have been very sweet dreams. I hiss back at them and lunge upward to grab the string for the lamp hanging from the ceiling at the foot of my bed. Light floods the room and three pairs of beady eyes look up in alarm, as if someone had ( Read more... )

 
I cannot express how much I hate ladybugs. But ladybugs and I both like houses that gather light, so each house I've lived in has fallen prey to the swarms of ladybugs that descend during Indian Summer, then crawl into corners and tuck themselves into window casings like flying cockroaches that exude a stinking orange slime into what was once your ( Read more... )

Koi mermaid ( Read more... )

 
I do believe I got karmically fucked today.

I'll be very glad to see the ass-end of August.