So the thing about inadvertently dying one's hair black is... When your gray roots grow in, you have a skunk stripe. It's the Pepé le Pew look! (Goes with my French temperament.) * * * These cookies. Trust me. You want to bake them. * * * Yes, I know, another poem. Indulge me, please; it's a good one. I … [Read more...]
In Memoriam
In honor of Poetry Friday, yes, but also (and more importantly),in honor of all our soldiersL. Be near me when my light is low,When the blood creeps, and the nerves prickAnd tingle; and the heart is sick,And all the wheels of Being slow.Be near me when the sensuous frameIs rack’d with pangs that conquer trust;And Time, a maniac scattering dust,And … [Read more...]
