its been quite a while since i last set poesia to music.
i'm imagining an upright bass and a mellifluous drum beat to go along with. until then...

lost dog

found an unfamiliar document on my hard drive at work
"lost dog"
opened it up to find this,

"Your Rott,
good heart,
seriously ill
with cancer.
Leg could
break, vet said
it is a
painful death
I didn’t know,
I am sorry he
has died, I
buried him.
Much loved.
Sad for you."

i laughed. then i felt bad.
no idea where it came from.

between sighs

i'd like to be back here
a good friend, a good book
and all the time in the world

perhaps, someday

Emmanuel

atop a snow covered mountain

"oh holy night" rang out with each evocative pull and push of the bow

breath drawn deep

head thrown back to take in the multitude of stars

light years away

still, so very present

it is the night of our dear savior's birth

i had a stella for the first time last night.
i found it fitting to the taste of life as of late
a bit bitter with just the right amount of sparkle

happy tuesday

she mentioned keeping her grandmothers cookbooks and journals. a sense of the short length of days told me there was no need to do the same. i'd be dead soon.