Pick Five 4

  
  
 
 
 Wet. Wet. Wet.
 That’s what we get.
 Straight from the grocery store,
 sticky. Pick 5 for:
 Why are you rhyming?
 Checking my timing.

Solar Flair

   Summer solstice is sweetest when the sun shows up.  As the clouds made way, we made our way to the 3rd annual Solar Flair Music & the Arts WALK in Reading, Pennsylvania Friday night.
   The orange and yellow balloon pairs with crepe paper tails tied along the pedestrian route put an atmosphere of guidance and cheer into [...]

Her Eminence Teresa Arana

    Thursday evening, we were given the opportunity to attend a book signing by Reading, Pennsylvania author Teresa Arana, a lovely young lady who has put together a dual collection of heartfelt poems in their original English (front) with Spanish translations (atrás.)
   The Meet and Greet to announce the publication of  Did You Ever Know Love? [...]

4.5 tongue and groove

 By now the eggshells have been disturbed. A man brings his son and daughter to the creek, his daughter riding on his shoulders, sweet picture. The boy carries a big long stick with two or three prongs at the top. 
One of the joggers today wore an autumn tee-shirt; FALL, it said.
 For so much of my life [...]

xPoenential

  
Dearest Reader and new Symzonians:
     You are,  doubtless, wondering how Edgar Allan Poe came to stay with Warrior and Sizzyphus in this day and age, at this time and place!  Tell Tale, dear Heart, do tell!   
    The Poet is a souvenier of a delightful afternoon at the Free Library of Philadelphia, where the actor David Keltz [...]

Weekend Warrior: Poe and the Lemporal Toads

 
   NeverGore:  Not an inconvenient truth that arrived overnight.
   We got snow.  Real snow. Real light snow.
   Snow lodging in notches.
   The white crystals, the powder-white stuff showed up in the crooks and crags,
 crotches and nodes of trees, trunks, bushes and branches.
 
Sundry splotches and batches of  blotches, calling to mind temporal lobes and lemporal toads.  (Cousins of tree frogs that lodge in [...]

Perfect!

 A perfect day, clear blue sky, sunshine, 60°
Text from tape: Sir Phillip Sydney
My True-Love Hath My Heart
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for the other given.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss:
There never was a bargain better driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one;
My [...]

From the Office of the Vice President

   I have been sent another book in the mail, upon which are written the letters OVP. It is a paperback in Erin Hunter’s cat tales series, called Forest of Secrets. OPV.  Text messages are three letter words.
   OVP. Office of the vice-president. Also a something something venture partners. Ohio Valley.
This may be an initial Rohrshach [...]

O Brother, Where Art Thou? The Wound-Dresser

   Walt Whitman’s search for his brother during the Civil War changed everything:
“Bearing the bandages, water and sponge,
Straight and swift to my wounded I go,”