Sunday, July 15, 2018

Scribbler's roost...

Nostalgia Court offers a right cool spot to write in, provided you get there early before the sun gets high and the tourists and summer folk start to congregate. The Wildflour coffee is pretty good, too. Once you have coffee, you'll want to hang around for breakfast.

Saturday, July 14, 2018

Friday, July 13, 2018

There's enough...

 There's enough world for everybody,
If we'd all just learn to get along,
watch where we're going,
look out for one another,
be content with what we need,
recognize a friend when we meet one.

Thursday, July 12, 2018

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Too much ado...

After too much ado
about too many things
there's finally nothing
left at all to do
except to stand still
in this peaceful place,
steady my brain
and let the words
find me (The bear
is a friend's friend;
he won't talk to me
while I'm writing).

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

I wouldn't mind...

Barnaby, the watchbear down at Nostalgia Court, gets bored on dark summer nights when nobody's around. He's decided to fill the quiet hours by writing a novel. I wouldn't mind him using my laptop if he didn't keep changing all my settings and preferences.

Monday, July 9, 2018

Oh, yes, I love...

Oh, yes, I love this tilted world,
I’m in no hurry to leave her at all,
but I can feel atop a hard mountain,
or at the end of a steep stony day,
 or just laying by a long aggravation,
some peculiar lightness of being
as if the next breeze might lift me
up and away to that day soon coming
when I shall attain escape velocity
and learn to fly on my broken wings.