Friday, April 30, 2010

poetic justice

Don't even get me started on smokers. You know the rant can be lengthy and full of vulgarities. This morning, my bagel breakfast sandwich and hot coffee in hand, I passed a woman whose cheeks were collapsed with the effort of inhaling, eyes squinting to avoid the toxic cloud. Yeah, smoking is hazardous to one's health, but at least you look cool.

Still besotted by last night's poetry and humor (Billy Collins and Kay Ryan). They make it look so easy, and yet... Much like seeing "Rocky" and wanting to go home and exercise, I wanted to go home and write poetry! Thanks D & R, for taking me.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Things I see, things I hear, things I think

I've started blogs before, never told anyone about them, forgot about them or just lost interest. So, giving it another try. There's no theme, sorry. I imagine I'll post photos, add quotes I hear on the street, or odd thoughts I might have. Maybe even some of my writing will appear here, too. Comments are welcome.

I'll start with a snippet of a cell phone call I heard Monday morning: "I know, he really
is a good-looking deacon, but come on!"