the laundry washed but
not dried
rewash
lately it can be 3 days
rewash rewash
or even 4
it gets done
water energy guilt
but this life
so lonely
so lost
rewash
sick again
privileged despair
privileged terror free
grateful
sad
living so close to health
health visits
rewash
#VS365 #terror

‘My life is going to change dramatically.’

‘Oh really? What did you do now?’

‘I got this special jacket. What do you think?’

‘That’s just a simple yellow #raincoat.’

‘It’s not simple at all. It’s part of the wetness protection program.’

#vss365

When your sister was gone and you’ve missed her.
One little beagle home from the vet. Alfie and Hallie are reunited.
#beagle #borador

The vet will never find me!
#beagle

“here she is”
led out placid paws
nose busy
past a chihuahua
one brown lab
an old man with a blanket
of Scottish Terrier
a ginger cat packed
I speak
she looks up
all tail all joy
leaps to me
eyes shine to mine
snuffles my face
soft laughter from
the still worried
we go home

#poetry #beagle

mum bought me those little
#raincoats in a bag
and cheap umbrellas
that bloom inside out
for a strong breeze
and yet
they were forgotten
or left
because
because
my mind did not pause for clouds
so rain found me
again and again and again
I didn’t mind
it was rain
Come Get Me
and it did

#VSS365

Artist Susanna Bauer adds thread and crochet to dried leaves, creating miniature artworks #womensart #Autumn #Fall

oh my little one
just a dog?
now at vet airbnb
on a drip
sedate on vet weed

for smiles you feed
a mama and teenager
the hound #verve
nose to turf and
all paths between

your hound Aroo
at window or door
(don’t park on
Your street)
sweet little beagle
it’s too quiet to sleep

#VSS365 #beagle

Unfurled for living
she sang poetry
as all of her senses
she fed

but only a lad
can be libertine
oh really? she said
oh my, oh how -sad

for I am a liberty
of sense and of feeling
the arts are my high
my rights hmmm fleeting

and she laughed

leaving no scene

libertine

#VSS365 #libertine

So you are home today but no park? Hallie Beagle is confused by her tired human. #beagle

How keenly we fling
far and mild
our scrolling lives

march and rush and fret
we forget our set time
but we are new to this
new era of noise
our wants sold as need
our hearts just a swipe

but pinch me

we are majestic still
See!
poetry on sky!
the #ashes of penance
can wait

#VSS365

-
i found Javier
crying on the stoop,
his father
was taken by ICE today.

the bruises on his cheek:
proof of resistance

his mother’s sobs
from their apartment upstairs:
proof of love

ash drifted down the block
from the bonfire
of green cards
burning in the park.
-

#vss365 #poetry #read

we pull at reasons
for our silence
or stretch hope
that this will be okay for us
if not Them.
bend
for cynicism
reach
denial.
rebound
to dear fascism
we were left by left
and to right words to lie
as we bend again
to break

#VSS365 #elastic

Strange fruit we humans
If we mould our dreams to assault our yearnings
It is too messy.
It is too organic.
We can assault the pages for hints of better.
Better than this.
#Pulp
VSS365

Wipe down all of the tables.
You may notice there are customers.
Filling up the rooms with their noise and their everything.
And soon I seek an #oasis that
will let sleep choose me
#VSS365

Welcome dear #blur
take a moment
find a place
sit and softly stir
so words are fair
when read afar
and respite near
intent
scarred
good night

#VSS365

Here, settles the storms. Centres the clouds like softened centurions
seeking new territory.
Heart, organic and bold.
Illustrious metaphor
of new and of old.
Beats. Beats. Mildly inflamed.
But beats.
And it is Sweet Clear like air after rain.
There is no #conundrum.
Just mother pain.
#VSS365

Where is this from? It’s hilarious.

Do you ever let your hope crawl to the floor?
I did. Some turns of the calendar gone.
It felt. Light. At first it was freedom. Not to hold back hope. Hide it. Defy, ignore, even #sublimate it.
But to let it go and not even watch or intone goodbye.
It never suited you anyway.
And then. Well?
VSS365

#escutcheon for a boundary of implied glory
the would be shield
outlined for all to see
how to defend
how sweet
that it should seem so simple

VSS365

It doesn’t bear scrutiny.
Or tear it either.
But. Who or what is It anyway? Perhaps scrutiny is in
the eye of the beholder.
Not to be dismissed.
It could be the media literacy alert of our era. But I digress.
#VSS365 #scrutiny

Hallie and Alfie each interpret relaxing on the couch with some discernible differences.

Ridiculous. The way you strut.
Impetuous. The nerve I love.
So #sonorous. Your voice on me.
And amorous. Like sand. Likes sea.
Tea? I’ll pour.
#VSS365

Could she bear it? She didn’t want to. She wanted less pain. Rationed sweetly so she could improve. Learn. Stay human.

She would welcome a sprinkle of defeat. A sashay via gloom. And all of the wilful #caprice of living if caprice of pain could be restrained.

Ah well.

#VSS365

change and
pain and
joy here and
boredom! for the lucky
ah there -
the #eventuality of It All
eventuates so personal
skin thin this cling of
pain today
three months of It All
the hard
easy silence
of a teenage child so loved
so away
#VSS365

A few days of winter in Tasmania. So many more to go.

She’s beautiful. Happy Peelday Potato

…this time

Where is this? I’m in Australia. Is this normal? They look so beautiful and calm.

Start spreading the news. New York New York you are unstoppable when you are angry.