Friday, May 15, 2015

in the quiet hours

i think of you
even in the quiet hours
when time is a tick
and trains make the soft
on the breeze.
i think of you when i see you
lovely in the light
the sun shining on you:
angel, halo, strong; might
i tell you nothing
and there is nothing
you do not know.
the world is beautiful
when filtered through your eyes.
and i can never be
as amazing, altruistic and true
but i think of you
and wish i could be
and know half as much as you do.
to know you.

Wednesday, May 06, 2015

Mayor of Dirt Hill

On this morning's walk up Shattuck.. at Dwight Way (near our original old 'hood!) Someone has excellent parking skills. ;)

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Any Mountain

Any Mountain
Any Mountain.. with window paint..

Closed after the 24th of April (having lost their lease) they were in the middle of painting a goodbye on their big picture windows.. We often bought our shoes there.


Saturday, April 25, 2015

Firkin Fest

FIrkin Fest!

Saturday April 25th at Triple Rock was the annual Firkin Fest.. Me, I like the barrel aged stuff, and it comes in small glasses which makes drinking (for me) more tolerable.. While I ended up having some Two Rivers Cider, the spousal unit opted to try his luck at the various beers..

The tables were all removed to make room for all the attendees.. You could still order food, though! Here he is sporting his ticket number..

"Your table is your head.. That way they find you." @seanyodarouse at Firkin Fest
"Your table is your head..that way they find you.."

Triple Rocks at Triple Rock
The "Triple Rocks"..balls of mac n cheese hot & tasty.. ties with their mac n cheese as my favorite thing to order there.. (2nd is the pear salad in case you were curious.)

It was $30 and you got the small glass for sampling and 7 tickets to try different beers.. you could do a half ticket for half sample if you wanted. This year the proceeds benefited the Alisa Ann Ruch Burn Foundation..

I left the spouse to finish off his tickets after I finished my pint.. I headed to a nearby cafe as I had a paper to write and I'm a light-weight when it comes to drinking. I usually quit after a pint.. as I become chatty but still coherent.. ;)

Monday, April 20, 2015

bad poetry

#20 bad poetry

it's horrible.
this carp.. carpe..
no Longfellow.
no Whitman..
no Poe.

a joke.. yet here we are.
trying words,
verse? not-so-much..

bad poetry that
can't be fixed with rap,
repetition or rhythm..
rhyme, scat, or beatbox.

it's the stuff
shredders were made for.
and yet..