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Thursday, February 2, 2017

Observation - February 2nd, 2017, Thursday



Observation

There is a blanket of white noise over everything

It is the humidifier in my apartment, droning

It is the news cycle Trumpeting, trumpeting

The outrage of billionaires…wailing like babies

Demanding, white power, white privilege

There is a blanket of white noise over everything

The humidifier in my apartment is useful

It helps me breathe

The trumpeting of demagogues is smothering me

Monday, January 2, 2017

Observation - January 2nd, 2017, Monday



Observation

It is 4:00 pm, and the rain is freezing.

The rain covers everything in a thickening layer of ice, a slurry of slush and snow.

It was warm today, but the temperature is falling, dropping below zero.

There are people outside, they have no shelter.

Some will not make it through the night.

I am warm in my house.

My cat does not give a care for the world, except to see through the window a bird, a rabbit, or a squirrel.

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Observation - January 1st, 2017, Sunday



Observation

The Vikings are winning the football came.
I listen to it on low; it is only the second quarter.
The streets are quiet at 1:00 pm.
My lady is reading, sitting in my place on the couch behind me.
The sun was shining earlier, the day is overcast now.
The soft gray light blankets everything outside.
It is the first day of the year.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Observation - December 1st, 2016, Thursday

Observation

The house smells like onions, and garlic
Herbs, I listen to the sound of a knife chopping
The keen edge against the wooden board
My lovely lady is at the stove, cooking
Listen, a spoon is stirring in the pot
Kitty is sleeping between waves of blankets

It is the 1st of December and raining outside 

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

November 1st, 2016, Tuesday - Observation

Observation


It is morning. Dark in Autumn.

The house is stirring.

I hear the creaking of footsteps on the floor boards above me.

The news anchors chattering on the T.V.

There is one week to go before the election, a new president. There is fear, and uncertainty in the country.

She and I are talking about our changing lives.

She talks just as much to me, as to the cat, sitting behind me on the blanket on the chair.

Outside, the maples have dropped their leaves, a bright yellow carpet laid over the yard.


Today the sun is promised.  

Saturday, October 1, 2016

October 1st, 2016, Saturday

Observation

It is noon, the autumn sun is bright,

And silver.

My cat is sitting on her blanket in the window;

Soaking the soft light into her soft tawny fur.

The news talkers are chattering as I type;

Trump, trumpet, strumpet, hype.

I am tired; from three weeks straight of working.

My sweetheart is in the garden; weeding.


I hear her talking with neighbors as they stroll by.

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Observation - September 1st, 2016, Thursday

Observation

The air is cool in the morning; now.

I hear the thrum and hum of crickets outside my kitchen window.

Crickets strumming in the dark; in the dewy grass there are rabbits.

The Angel's Trumpet is blooming in the boulevard.

Monday, August 1, 2016

Observation - August 1st, 2016, Monday

Observation

It is 4:00 am and dark outside.

The streets are quiet.

My cat is sleeping nearby on her blanket, atop the book case. My gal, in the bed behind the closed door.

It is warm. The air is heavy in the house.

I am listening to the news, the voices are muffled over the low pitched noise of the humming fan, on the end table by my desk.

The coffee maker beeps, beeps, beeps…it is telling me that the warming plate below the pot is about to switch off.


I do not care for the sound of its alarms.

Saturday, July 2, 2016

Observation - July 1st, 2016, Friday

Observation

I can hear the wet-clinging strokes of the paint roller.

The back and forth, the up down; I can hear the spreading of the new white, covering the old white, yellowed with age.

She is painting the bedroom, while I listen to news, and write, and prepare for work.

My cat is watching the city from atop the couch; in the picture window.

Sunlight brushes the lilies in the boulevard.

A cool wind is blowing through the peonies, the dark green leaves are just bushes now; having dropped the soft petals, from their pendulous flowers.