MMM... Crow Twitters

Another chapter in the continuing saga...

• 00:29 @semanticist1 *MWAH* #
• 00:32 Home alone ~ half of the bed filled ~ with novels. #senryu #
• 00:34 Tart cherry ~ reminds me of you ~ late night snack. #senryu #
• 00:40 Sweet rhythm ~ knees notched about flanks ~ riding home. #senryu #
• 00:44 Look deeply ~ read my deepest thoughts ~ quench yourself. #senryu #
• 00:48 Sometimes things ~ are not about you ~ be at peace. #senryu #
• 00:50 Crybaby ~ not laughing at you ~ but for you. #senryu #
• 05:26 @Wild_Petals @jbridgman @beezknez @gennepher ... good to the last drop! :-) #
• 05:34 People are on a constant quest to validate their own opinions. #
• 11:56 all right crazy muse ~ ride me hard put me up wet ~ let us do this thing #
• 14:45 Twinkling eye ~ half veiled with lashes ~ naughty glance. #haiku #haikuchallenge "naughty" #
• 14:51 Alas, politics ~ no one likes a moderate ~ sides must be chosen. #haiku #haikuchallenge "moderate" #
• 15:20 My tongue was struck dumb ~ oh, l’esprit d’escalier ~ you had the last word. #senryu #

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Writer's Block: Father nature

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Ah. My favorite memory of my father is when he would sing with me in church. He would lift me up on the pulpit in my lacy socks and Mary Janes and sing "Jesus Loves Me" in Spanish while I sang it in English and American Sign Language. I can still remember the signs for most of it.

My paternal grandfather... he came to visit, once, wearing his rumpled suit and fedora, and he gave me a silk pillow with a cartoon burro on it. It had little rhinestones studded on its halter, and fringe all around the sides of the pillow. I still have it, forty years later, a little worse for wear and the rhinestones are gone, but it's part of the memory.

My maternal grandfather... he let me paint his aluminum fishing boat. Anything I wanted. He gave me a brush and white paint, after he'd painted "CAROLINE" on the stern of the boat, and I painted. Waterfalls. A spidery sun. Birds, flying around, spitting raisins. Hey, I was six.

Both of my grandfathers crossed over in 1997, both of them at the age of 90. Dad will be 76 at the end of the month, and I'm lucky to still have him.