Bit by a slug

There’s 2 inches of rain in the gauge today. The slick path is covered in slimy leaves, the drowning worms and voracious slugs have appeared, some float and don’t make it somewhere.

That’s like us clambering around in life hoping that whatever comes next doesn’t leave us neck…

Harriet

She’s street, she’s spastic, either from poverty and the grind of that life or she began that way, or drugs…..Her voice is verge of tears, constant a mix of whine and corrosion. The clothes she find to wear rarely fit but winter means she can wear a lot of whatever she’s found to wear, however she came to…

What do we gain when we change vocabulary?

I see that what used to be called programs or software now seem to be called applications or apps. Why? What is gained with this change of words for what seem to be the same things?

Work, eat, sleep?

It is the possibility of exhaustion that drives some of us. The situation(s) we find ourselves in are just horrible enough to wish for it. If we can work so hard that we are too tired to eat or think, we will or can drop into, to bed, a dreamless sleep.

My blood, my life

Carving to create a message of some positive something. The knife slips and just as with any worthwhile project I bleed.

My blood is mixed, my life is blended, my body is mine to give, yours to receive ~ art.

Pleasure, if we be Djinn

Again and again I am struck with the old, ancient even, mythos of “the maiden untouched by men or djinn”. Really?

If so what to make of the young and their first encounters where they are touched by ‘men or djinn’? We all are young once, we were touch by men…

Fury

My brain is full of fury, place there by the machines that insist on my perpetual weariness.

If I am kept weary I cannot rebel, if I cannot rebel I will be stuck with fury.

It is the plan.

Hobbled

Hobbled. One foot drags. Sideways turned. Scrapes a snail’s path in dust alongside sideways along sidewalks doesn’t.

From when, birth? Recent perhaps temporary possible recovery when when done and when done before, hobbled.

Talking to strangers

We’d known each other for a while, he’s leaving town, again. He’s got a place out in a desert no town but close enough that his enclosed porch to the side of his house is the local Post Office.