I have no illusions about being a writer. As with many people, I like to express myself, so I write about the things I think and talk about. I suspect the handful of readers who know me in real life find these posts similar to our conversations. (Some posts have come from those conversations.)
Fiction, let alone poetry, are skills a bit beyond my ken, but every once in a while something pops out of my brain. Seems some thoughts don’t work as well dressed in basic prose (although you’d think it goes with everything).
This has been sitting in my Drafts folder since August 2012, and given that it’s spring and I’m cleaning out the backlog, it’s definitely time to get rid of the…
Spiders
I like the wee beasties.
They live their little lives,
While I live mine. (A giant among them.)
Tiny hunters, fierce and fatal.
Small solitary watchers;
Do they, in turn, regard the giant?
‘Ware the giant! Stay off the white walls!
Do not draw the giant’s eye,
Least the tissue come whisk you away.
I’m a computer programmer by career and hobby, so I have a natural affinity for things that come in packages of eight. I also love that they eat other bugs, especially the occasional ant.
And Spiderman always was one of my favorite Marvel heroes. (Come to think of it, he may, in fact, be the top fave.)
Stay friendly to spiders, my friends!
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I was planning on curling up on the couch with some good reading material today, but I bumped into something in my news feed this morning that raised my blood pressure and gave me the perfect excuse to get rid of another old note and vent some spleen (I like to keep it aired out).
Sunday I binged through all eight episodes of 
For this 
I just finished 
I finally finished 
Sunday night I watched the last episodes of 
Logos con carne 