Letters from the World

Hello my lovelies. I've had a busy, eventful, and rather swell weekend, which hasn't left me much time for blogging. Now I am on a long work deadline that will be crunching like a bowlful of headache cornflakes well into the wee hours, and so I really must focus.

But I didn't want to leave you hanging too long. Suffice it to say, I have been busy reuniting with my long-lost love, the bicycle. I have spent lots of time hanging with bike geeks, riding across bridges, jumping curbs, getting rained on, and talking bike parts, to my Turkish Delight (a shiny gold star to those who catch that obscure TV reference).

I also met her - in person, and, well, rather kidnapped her for the whole day, ably assisted by the alluring powers of pretty yarn and prettier girls (and one boy).

It was a good weekend, my friends, but my cat may never forgive me. She hates it when I have a social life. Wait till I snag a boy and bring him home, including, perhaps, an extra bicycle (beyond my two). She will be clawing my eyes out while I sleep. Too bad, dearie, too bad!

Ciao!

PS. Would you like a poem?

His dreams stretch until they are bonds
the sank-low feeling dissipates
as the piles of the shore recede
and his oar swallows juice after juice

his breath appears like a serpent of air
she signs puzzles in his face
the map of lines pointing out
various continents, east and west
her eyes move over the sands

Anytime he believes his heart
can grow new skills
he is done in by the silence
growing in the corners
like an old red dog
raw of temper
and cold of skin

only interested in training him
to stop coming aboard.

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