Flesh of my flesh, woman grown;
intimate stranger, inhabitant of a land
foreign to me, and wild,
you wrestle with life in a tense
and amorous dance to distant music
in a complicated rhythm,
for your ears alone.
Monthly Archives: March 2012
Flesh of my flesh
Irreverently yours
The Bad Boy Himself
I have just been introduced, via the Internet, to Gene Weingarten, resident Bad Boy at the Washington Post, and I simply had to post this witty man on my blog. I hope you’ll enjoy this excerpt from the website, the link to which I’ve added at the bottom of my post.
Tempest in my teapot
Definition of TEMPEST IN A TEAPOT:
A great commotion over an unimportant matter
Stalemate
We live on opposite sides
of a wide crevasse,
a deep canyon -
gazing at each other
across the chasm,
neither of us able
to make the leap.
Country casual
Al and Michelle, our best buddies, were moving away. In fact, their household had already been packed up and was trundling down the highway in the moving van, and they were staying over with us that last night before heading off themselves. Read the rest of this entry »
