Stranger Into Starman

I turned Stranger into Starman
in the Sunday New York Times
Like Anne Sexton with her star rats
working backwards till it rhymes



For the love of God you can't tell me again
For the love of God you can't tell me again


With a pencil and eraser I've rewritten all your crimes
I turned Stranger into Starman
in the Sunday New York Times

Melting Midweek

Came home from work and the air-conditioning wasn't working.
Hot. Bitch. Moan.
Just a blown switch, then back on.
Took forever to cool the house again.
Melting man.


Bitch. Moan. Ugh.
Leftover red velvet cake.
Then a cookie.
No ice cream.
I would have melted since I'm made of sugar.

Mini Chocolate Bundt Cake

I brought my lunch to work, but slogged through the heat with some friends so they could pick up lunch. Once there I couldn't resist this 4-inch beauty!

Yes, I shared. :)

Ice Cream

Air-conditioning running since we got home.
Stupid.
Need to be naked.
In a pool.
With an umbrella drink.
And fireworks.

Will settle for feet up.
No undergarments.
Chocolate chip ice cream.
Orange pop.
And longing stares out my home office window (silly birds, excellet birds).

Audra (some new snaps)

They might actually be old, but they're new pictures to me. Especially love this one in blue!