poisonpoet
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•She/her/dude •B/g pic: mountains & marina. Trees & buildings between. •I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea.-Pablo Neruda (Profile pic) •In hospice Stage IV cancer. Likely to come off as parasocial. More like a dog at dog park. W/o sniffing.
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"The past, were I to type it up, would look like a disaster, but regardless of how it ended we all had many good days."--Tom Lake/Ann Patchett.
Even I can handle cayenne depending, of course, on the quantity used.

I wasn't too sure about those chocolatey peppers you showed one day.
But also, laundry to fold.
I guess, today, there are love poems? Took the time to edit this one. There is another. Maybe.
I have seen your peppers & and I quake in my leopard print sneakers a bit.
A "Kiss My Grits" sign? Oh, baby!
Someone just ran through my complex, unaware of the happenings, to gawk at others passing by in inflatables and became then aware.

All the images. The silly. The sexy. The suppressed.
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A man stirs the pot with a large stick. “It’s a metaphor,” he says.

The frog is sweating.

The frog is informed that this is due to a natural variation in temperature.

“He’s clearly boiling the frog,” say the other frogs.

All books about frogs have vanished from the library.
Signs the Frog Has Been Boiled
A large pot sits in plain sight. There’s a frog in it. Every day, Leader announces his plans to boil the frog. His campaign slogan was “BOIL THAT F...
buff.ly
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For God’s sake let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings
I grew up in a very rural area. It was much less interesting on days when you could smell the dairy.
TBF, very often, assholes.
Fog. Autumn maple tree. Great Lake.

Per-fecta.
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Absolute fact.

I think it was Lee Child (creator of Jack Reacher) who said the only perfect book is the one you haven't written yet.

The moment you put words or art on a page, you're making choices and discarding possibilities.

Remember your training, trust your gut, make your choices.

Create.
Not sure who needs to hear this. Maybe I do.

Nothing you create will be perfect. That is the messy truth of being a creative.

It won’t be perfect, but it can still be wondrous, beautiful, and compelling. It can still inspire and shine.

Don’t give up.
The local dairy delivered ours, in plastic bags that slipped into a specially designed plastic pitcher with a handle. We clipped a corner to form a pour-spout. If my mom forgot to adjust her order & we had too many, she would freeze them. The dairy delivered to the school, tiny bags w/pokey straws.
❤️Traveling by train is on my bucket list. I'm not going to make it, I'm afraid. It's too late & complicated at this point, on hospice, w/the DNR forms that need filled to transfer state lines & where I want to go. Then there is the $$. I have been lucky to see much by bus/car. Wild, lonely places.
day-old, yesterday, standing at the counter. All systems, go.)
(Sorry, guys, this one came out, is, unedited. Typed directly in & with all the spirit of today, while on my throne. If it is an indication of how my day is going, I was just finishing yesterday's benefit for breast cancer cold brew from Human Bean while making a strong ☕️, eating a bear claw bought
OMG. I am going to have to go search that & be embarrassed, right? Why aren't we in a bar where you can whisper to me?
LOL. You know I am proud of him bc he is an old man & to play that long against some of the young guys. You get tired. Your knees hurt. Your back hurts. You just want to go home.

But young guys play quickly & make stupid mistakes, too. They beat themselves.

Nah. Don't love watching it.😉
quite enough for her
when she should have had
an older sister,
I feel like I should make sure
I am here for her
This month.
below my collarbone.

Next month, though.
The way I see things.

Wearing a shirt that says, "Terminally Ill," & under it,
"Heghlu’meH QaQ jajvam!"

Because my younger sister
comes again in a few days
from out-of-state to squeeze in another good-bye & after a lifetime of never having been there
I can't feel anything but how much I want us all to get this cancer out.

Two years ago, Monday, I had the hysterectomy that didn't get all the cancer that the chemo didn't kill, either.

The carved wood cane I use that was my father's looks like a club. The port I fear displaced if shoved, a lump
Dragging ass in from playing pool, he wakes me up, $40 in his pocket bc he won part of the tournament.

Fuckin pool players. They'll play 5 hours to net $40. 😆

He had a good time, though.