We, going northon the bike path, nearedtwo teens, heading south,on mini-bikes.Son said they’re bannedfrom any unmotored path. Better that than doingB & E’s or drugs, I thought.We all waved to each otheras we passed.Later, at an ice cream shoppe,we watcheda pudgy pre-teen with abackpack mule drugs.
Doodads — Cherry Point Market and Little Sable Point/Silver Lake (video at end of post)
I could have and probably should have taken a bike ride today as it was so beautiful out there, although things are cooling down. Instead, I took at drive north, to Cherry Point Farm and Market, the place that has both of those things and includes the “labyrinth” I’ve written about before. I bought honey…
POPO2024 Day 36
I learned yesterday thatmy 3 year-old granddaughtersoon may be going to all-daypre-school. This morning, after sleeping on it, I woke up crying.A voice – god’s or my own –said all of us belongto the world.
POPO2024 Day 35
I welcomed a guest in this morning. Cool air.In the night, it stormed.How do I know besides? Digital time’s wrong,meaning power flashed off-on,and it’s drenched outside.Soporific storm-blessed, I got 12 horizontal hours;that and a wrong time thatwasn’t telling me, “you’ve had enough.”
Friday Favorite Feature 48 — John Hiatt –Hiatt Comes Alive at Budokan?
image link Yes, I know it is late in the day, but here it is. This will be another quick write-up. I bought this CD about a month ago from discogs and have had it on repeat many times since then. I wanted to have a hard copy of the CD that has Icy Blue…
dVerse — MTB — Message in a Bottle
Message in a BottleBottleVessel fused with bloody veilsFilled with vipers briefed to strikeOuroboros of travailVessel fused with bloody veilsMoney sucking vacuum trailsLining pockets left and rightVessel fused with bloody veilsFilled with vipers briefed to strikeFigurePolitician, special kindNoble braggart in cesspoolLook inside, no soul you’ll findPolitician, special kindBottle wobbles in the windDirty dealings in back roomsPolitician,…
POPO2024 Day 34
Mean Men Never WillMean men never will,but singing women recalllanguid lathersand lazy drunk sun.No bitter shadows hearpurple ache whispers,chanting their want,of juicing pink breastsdeliriously fluffywith mad hot lust.[magnet poem]
Tao Talk 