Krill
Drill
Shrill
Thrill
In my vanilla-bean beehive
with a topknot pillow
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
Krill
Drill
Shrill
Thrill
In my vanilla-bean beehive
with a topknot pillow
A man can’t get rich if he’s taking care of his family – Navajo proverb
Especially when his is the Family of Man or all critters
It’s a line from a wife working with her captain husband at sea, in correspondence preserved at the Penobscot Marine Museum in Searsport, Maine.
What wisdom!
The ocean can be truly cruel, especially on the sailing ships and their masts of her era.
the wet horizon pours out
draped in fish
down to the seed
rather than transcendence
As for my emotional home, I’m lost
without geohistory and mythopoetics
where I wanted to collapse into your dreams
once you came
I’m assuming they’re robocalls, which I believe should be outlawed with horrendous consequences. Or even if live, rather than recorded, going for the throats of the higher-up perpetuators, rather than the poor offshore minions who actually speak into the phone from wherever.
But still, don’t they get the idea that I got the picture that they’ll never, ever, be this responsive if I pay up and ever need a repayment by way of a claim?
It’s an aging vehicle, after all, and will need some costly repairs. How much? The so-called insurance expects to be far ahead of any premiums in the long run, no questions asked.
Got any ideas on how to turn the table on this nuisance? My readers and I are all ears!
barking crows
whims of courtly love
course you hate being ordered about
marble, limestone, granite, ice
soapstone as a handyman’s tool
sweating came much later
to this cold-blooded frame
natchurrally, I’d drive the tractor, back up skillfully, too
as I’m still flat, flattened, corn, soy, wheat to the core
plus hogs and cattle. As for chickens, you need
justly one rooster
let me cackle, however faintingly