life on the road
long miles broken
up by convenience
store stops and
fast food meals
mile after mile
of asphalt and
cellophane wrappers
bottled water
and countless
bathroom breaks
every wendy’s
looks the same
silly little
pigtailed girl.
What a wonderful day for something new! I spent last night with my son Jason and my daughter-in-law, Liz, at their home in Dallas. The three of us ate dinner at a great little restaurant, Goodfriend Burger and Brewhouse,
where I enjoyed a Barbecue Grilled Cheese. Oh my! Think of perfectly cooked brisket between cheesy goodness on grilled bread. It was the sandwich to top all sandwiches.
My son and I then went to a late showing of Deadpool where I laughed way more than perhaps a woman my age should have. For those of you who haven’t heard of the film, Deadpool is a fun, irreverent look at the world of super heroes.
This morning I waited for morning rush traffic to taper off before heading to Houston where I spent a couple of interesting hours getting a beautiful tattoo:
I don’t know about you, but I think my nephew, Russell Bagwell, did an absolutely beautiful job bringing my glimmer of an idea to life. His shop, Royal Avenue Tattoo and Piercing is the place to add a little (or a lot of) ink. The whole procedure was relatively pain free, and I love the results.
After my tattoo I headed to my brother’s home in Houston and had a relaxing evening with him and his wife. We ate at the amazing restaurant, Coltivare.
I should probably forgo food for the next two weeks. But I won’t.
Tomorrow evening is going to be spent at a rodeo and concert. Someone should pinch me. This is all too cool. Right now, though, I’m heading to bed. All this excitement has worn me out.
Peace, people!
The drapes are closed, no light shines through,
Darkness exceeds expectations.
Lovers find their way by feel, stubbed toes not withstanding.
Stifled giggles, shedding of clothes, stumbling drunk in anticipation,
Oh there you are! A touch, a taste, bodies all aquiver,
Hesitate on the precipice. Pull away, fall into, immerse, succumb.
Oh mercy!
Peace, people.
Lovely piece by Robert Okaji. Read more at robertokaji.com.
Ikebana (You without You)
Between frames, between presence and negation, authority.
If your body lies in the earth, why are you here?
Limits admired and sought: the way of the flower.
I pluck leaves from the lower half to achieve balance.
Shape and line detach, yet comprise the whole.
My father, awake in his chair, mourns quietly.
A naked twig forms one point of the scalene triangle.
Starkness implies silence, resonates depth.
Heaven, earth, man, sun and moon invoke your absence.
As you trickle through the interval’s night.
* * *
Ikebana is the art of Japanese flower arrangement.
We once lived in this double wide trailer situated on a county road in Claude, Texas, back in the really bad old days.
This morning I made a detour on my route between Saint Helen’s home in Hereford, TX, to my son’s home in Dallas to see if it was still there.
It is. I’m not. Life IS good.
Peace, people!
how do you know you are loved
when the words aren’t spoken
and the old ways no longer
offer themselves as proof?
longevity should count
for something, right?
but emptiness fills
the bitter whole,
dried and empty,
aggravatingly
withdrawn
and, oh
so very
cold.
Praying for Eyebrowz 