rivers and crocodiles

M-
It's not that I exactly forgot, but when it mattered yes, I did, unmistakably, unforgivably, but overall, no, I didn't forget, I remembered, the day before, and during, and after for a few days up to and including today ten days later. But not when it mattered most I guess, when for those few moments I was here, or rather "here".
At that time I forgot.
I have no excuse.
My shield is battered, but still with me.
So it's different than it looks, but then everything is, isn't it?
Was.
We sat on the porch and watched our hands,
deal the day away.
You and me.
Then.
Now.
Happy birthday, in the name of the pumpkin Buddha.
Then, now.
Whoever you were, whoever you are.
Wherever you are.

"...progress can only come through trying and failing and failing better"
-
"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."

waka-waka genesis remix original thriller timberland james brown start where shakira world cup begin
here
hear
here

my blue mute form...

Courtney Queeney/Poetry Daily

April

Here's a picture of a cow and a graveyard.

Here's a tiny bedroom in a little house. A tiny bedroom filled with brand new clothes and the only place to sleep in it a nest on the top bunk of a bunkbed set whose lower berth is piled to the top with dresses with the price tags still on them.

Here's me and you out back waving at your mom in the sky as she goes flying by.

I've been going around singing Chuck Berry's "Maybelline" in my head ever since last Tuesday the 6th of April. Wishing I could get to an online computer and frustrated because I couldn't.

Because I wanted to say here

Happy Birthday

To You

Mark Wood's photos are consistently improving

the saddler of Bawtry

Arthur, Arthur!

The Wolves of Illinois

"Check out the wolves," he said (the minutes ticking)

(the minutes nuzzling each other's flanks)

(the minutes shining in the furthest portion of the field...

Lucia Perillo/Poetry Daily