Sunday160, Yesterday:

Four carloads of boxes, bags-overflowing donations
sorted quickly- we sold puzzles, lawn ornaments,balloon
cartoon figures and books-300 dollars for Church oil!

FF55, for 10/ 14/11 No matter the cost savoring is the ticket!

Sometimes I just HAVE to buy "New" books!
I circled and circled the stacks...Salivating
at least as much over the selection, as the probable
choices. It feeds the fever, fire and the appetite.
Snap! grabbed the first, heard about it on NPR.
Whish, swept up the second -
Favorite famous writer-An unexpected fabulous horse.

Mag 86, 10/9/11 "Remember ? "

Michael Sowa, from *The Little King*


Do you remember being "King for a day" ?
We did that growing up. In the summer our gang used to take turns-
some were good kings,some not so much.
The last time I was King, I proclaimed to my court:
-Find a Cheap Thrill in town, report back to me so maybe we can all do it!
-Go to the library or News stand and read:" A How To"- report back (in case it is valuable.)
-Take a witness with you and get as close to Mr. Harmon's Bull as possible.
-Spy on somebody of interest, for 1/2 hour and report back to the King about it.
-Bring a friend and Try to do something you never have, tell the king( maybe it is worth doing)
-Try eating something you have heard is 'good',tell me about it.
-Find something valuable as a gift and bring it for the King- (that nobody else will think of)
-Do something for someone else and only tell me about it.
-Meet at the Square for a game of  checkers after 4pm.

Sunday160, Reacqainting.

Have you ever seen,felt
Mr. Eliot's London streets as in Prelude I?
it could launch us toward New York
or Chicago- near Mr.Sandburg's
fog and little cats feet-

FF55, for 10/ 7/11 Written and rhymed, from the bottom up

Four witches, six itches
high ledge, dragon fledged
cave dwell, deep well
rugged nest, twig fest
pumpkin patch, door latch
trick or treat- how sweet?
Spider web now fed
black cat, how fat
Dark night, fire light
tall trees,who flees
eye pies, half lies
wand crowns, cackle frown
Short flat
tall hat
Owls, yowl-

Mag 85, 10/2/11

The East river lapped and rose; the sky grew smoggy and vapor began to undulate.
Two steaming coffee mugs lost their handles. The turkey vulture that had encircled
my patch of green all day, landed with a Boom becoming the elephant
that had strangled his handler.I awoke gasping and threw Carl Jung's book hard across the room-

Sunday 160, 10/2/11 "Lament"

My truck, my truck,

a kingdom for a truck-

I wish I could afford something newer

it's 4x4 single cab, 8' bed.

12 plus years old-the rust & rot is terrible!