Why the Long Face, Spud?
(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)
I Got Waved
(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)
Today a woman waved at me. A complete stranger. Or maybe not so complete. I have seen her walking mornings along Guinea Hollow Road in Mountainville.
Her wave made me feel a bit less hollow about being on my way to eight hours locked in my cube at the office. I thought, This is nearly the equivalent of recieving a thumbs-up from an unknown inmate on one’s way down the cellblock to solitary confinement.
Only I wasn’t wearing a bright orange jumpsuit, state issued. Not today.
Kimya Dawson
(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)
We went to see Kimya Dawson at a church in Philadephia.
Ah, no… not that church.
This little one across the street from it:
It was an old ordeal of a building. Not so nice looking inside. Musty. My nose went crazy.
But Kimya was very entertaining. You should download her music right now. Then get away from the internet and listen for a while. It’ll do you good.
“Outta Ketchup” – A Breakfast Poem
(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)
“Outta Ketchup”
It’s not right!
It’s not fair!
There is no ketchup
Anywhere!
I fried some eggs,
Oh what a bore!
Someone needs
To go to the store!
“Lunch” – A Poem
(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)
“Lunch”
And so for lunch I got a cheesesteak
Because I am in Philly where they make them great
I walked and I walked to find the right place
Down Market, up Chestnut, March wind in my face
“I’ll have peppers and onions and provolone cheese.”
“Can I have that to go, if you don’t mind, please?”
And then what should my hungry eyes see?
A bottle of ketchup! Ah! My lunch is complete!