SPURN the making of my bona fide
MOCHA, will you, mocker! And
LAUGH because I call my café Alpha to
OMEGA, you eater of alfalfa.
Rivalry
Month: February 2024
What fills the empty spaces
NURSE no grudge. Anger is a religion whose
MECCA is a citadel of ruin and solitude.
HAUTEur is corrosive enough. But anger? Have no
TRUCK! The empty spaces exist to be filled with joy and grace.
Not again!
TRACK is back and so is
LUPUS. Seems to me they’ve been before.
WRING’s an old friend, as is
PRICE. Chase these repeats out the door!
Weird Vocab
WRACK your brain! What is
KAPPA? Well? Give up? It’s a cytoplasmic factor. Ever so
SOOTY a definition. If vocabulary has an obscurity
VALVE, somebody left it open.
In the mind’s eye
À
HAUTE voix I announced that I’d have no further
TRUCK with my son (aged 40) playing with Lego when
MECCAno was good enough for me (!) In my fervour the
NURSE led me away, while I (non-literally) vent my spleen.
à haute voix: aloud, out loud
Log flume hype man
VIRUS lent name to viral, now also designating hilarity.
WATCH memes, standup clips, jokes. Merriment abounds,
KNOWN troubles, darkness briefly lightened. The log
FLUME hype man will always make me laugh.
Note: I love James Acaster’s Repertoire series for its complexity, imagination, yes, hilarity, and perfection of the call back joke! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Acaster:_Repertoire
At the River
MOSSY stones at the river’s bank. The water mirrors time’s
REIGN: ahead by the bridge pillar, it ripples, eddies, yet streams on.
GHOSTs grow more visible as years flow past–what could have been and what was now seem more solid than the present, as my
TIMER keeps drawing down. How many ticks remain, I ask, as a leaf drifts past on the current.
Does the child have a hearing problem?
The
VIRUS is a huge, seal-like mammal with great long tusks;
it doesn’t eat rusks.
WATCH is what I do when I get up in the morning
or else from Ma I get a warning.
KNOWN is the statue in the garden, broken,
for which I ask its pardon.
FLUME is what it’s like at twilight, before the night,
when apparently the bed bugs bite.
Walrus on Togiak National Wildife Refuge
A glance in the mirror
PLAIT simply done, she beholds herself with the relief of being
FORTY, owning a settled appearance, now
WISE enough to side-step urge for extra allure.
LIVER spots? When those arrive she will be much further along the road of herself.
Seasonal
GHOST of Summer still felt in the incipient
REIGN of Autumn, the footpath below stained
MOSSY – Slippery When Wet, as the signs say. The
TIMER of Winter isn’t far from signalling its alarm.
