I don't Need an Apple to Know Sin

Who was it
sat in a tree
that summer
with me?

The child goddess
that trailed me then
faded from my days
once the night
revealed itself,
hung on my shoulders,
sank into my bones,
lurked behind my eyes.

I used to see
reflections in the air
transparent glimmers
of Faerie.

wood roaches
scurry away
from the fire's heat
into cool darkness
hours pass
and trees lean in
we are
cocooned
our talk
dances between
the flames

The year my daughter
got married the first time
we had Christmas at her house;
gave her husband a beautiful
espresso machine. 
He liked nice things.

He surprised us with a
12 dollar coffee maker. 
3 months later
he began to play around
(hell, he was only 25)
They went out with each other
for 9 years.  Met in high school
for gosh sakes. 
Not even married 2 years.
The bastard. 
Later he lost his job
and everything he owned
because he was having
so much fun. 

It's been ten years now
and we still use
that coffee machine.

It makes a good cup
of coffee because
we put good coffee in it.

Lavonne, that coffee machine returning - great. Last S too.
Prick probably destroyed the espresso machine by putting bad water in it. Tom

Overheard at the Christmas party: I was not a dick. AND I APOLOGIZED to every person at that hospital.

life is a cat

there is always
a hairball
in the making
the best
you can do
is pray
not here
not now

love this, Lavonne.

American Jail Sentence

Outside the Dekalb County Jailhouse, the landscapers planted lambs ears.

Love this.  Keen ear!  You're dangersome.

Lovely - simultaneously very normal and very absurd!

When you read a book for the second time, you become a God.  I know, I know, you think the author is the real God, but authors are gods in the old sense, like Cronos. Readers are the sons and daughters of the old gods and we are mighty like Zeus.

You know who will make the mistakes, why they make them, and what the consequences are, but you don't change anything.  The characters have a sort of free will. You are benevolent to them because you know their fate and though you are invested in them, they are bound to do what they do.

I once took a paperback book apart and reassembled it to please myself. I cut and taped the pages into a long mobius scroll. Without a beginning and an ending, the story wasn't the same; I lost my interest. I don't even remember what I did with it. I guess I just didn't like that much control.

Still, I have one thousand-plus intact books in my bookcases. I sometimes pick one from a shelf and hold it. Content that I know what happened, what will always happen, and even what never will happen.

That pleases me. Knowing all.

That's all I need to read of your words. I'm melting.

#505 Lavonne, really like this.

Just great Lavonne - why not on submit?

Well, Rog.  I may just do that!