It’s magic

When I was putting away some magnetic words and drawing others for today’s poem, a few fell to the floor. I didn’t worry about picking them up immediately. It’s not like they were going anywhere, right?

I forgot Penny the Foster Goat is in-house this week.

I caught her two rooms later and asked her to drop it. I got this.

I wonder what words she’ll crap later.

Maybe that’s what readers say about me, too.

Something that will make no sense when I inevitably change my masthead

Sitting here, staring at my monitor, blogging options swirling through a brain currently lacking caffeine stimulation, it strikes me that one of my least favorite words appears twice in my masthead photo. In a shot of hundreds of random words, how is that possible? Why is that word even in more than one Magnetic Poetry set? I mean, it’s clear to me that Dave Kapell, creator of Magnetic Poetry, is a chocolate eating, champagne swilling “we” person, because those words appear over and over.

But why that other word?

Tax Night

After I left the gym tonight, I went by the downtown post office as I do every year on tax night. It was a madhouse, as usual, but I didn’t shoot any photos this time. The traffic lines were not conducive toward being able to pull over anywhere and park. Wouldn’t you think with three extra days people might have been a bit more timely with their returns?