Category Archives: beach

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The boring vampire

I meet a boring vampire
when I am boring too
when I am worrying with angst and ire
and have too much to do

It’s in the time of covid
We start to walk the beaches
The vampire won’t take paxlovid
His ego overreaches

He says his life’s perfection
He says his brain can’t fit his head
He has no belief in resurrection
That’s probably because he’s dead

I wonder that he lies
Does he think that I don’t see?
The person that believes the lies
Must be him, not me

I grieve before he ousts me
He says he’ll always be my friend
And he speaks of longing to be free
I know there will be an end

I know before he ousts me
He says we’re friends forever
I blink and calmly see
That it will soon be never

Some vampires don’t need staking
They do it to themselves
Isolation of their making
Hoarding blood upon their shelves

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The photograph is a “swamp robin” (Varied Thrush) from my yard, December 2022.

This has nothing to do with the Ragtag Daily Prompt: festival. Except that swamp robins are very festive.

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Life in miniature

This is a log on the beach in May 2022. A tiny forest and other things growing, fed by the seawater. We don’t know how long the log has been tossed from sea to shore and sea again.

Maybe the tiny green things look at one celled plants and marvel at how small they are.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: lilliputian.

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Gauging fossils

I like to think about various men
My mind wanders engaging in theory
I have no urge to date again
Getting to know you makes me weary
My husbands welcome seemed less than more
Coming home I felt alone
Now I’m welcomed at the door
I am happy: my cat is home
I like men best now in the abstract
My imagination is a happy place
Real life ones really don’t attract
I am au courant with “leave no trace”
My daughter dismisses the men near my age
Misogynist fossils is how they are gauged

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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: trophy.

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Last on the card, March 2024

For Brian’s Last on the Card, unedited from the two cameras I’ve been using.

The cover one is my Panasonic DMC-FZ150, taken out North Beach on March 29. I thought there might be otters, but no, zoomed in it is mostly mussels. Happy mussels. The tide was way out.

Trees in bloom at church, taken with my iPhone SE.

Happy March and happy April!

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Mead Moon

Where does honeymoon come from?

Honeymoon. Perhaps from Hony Moone, Old English for the June full moon, called the Honey Moon or Mead Moon. There are other possible sources.

I took the photograph in June 2022. A crescent, not a full moon, but in the right month.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: honeymoon.

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Numbers game #7

For Judy’s Numbers Game: 128.

I have enough showing up that it can be all beach. Brandt geese out in the early morning.

Let’s look closer at the eagle in the tree. Splotchy feathers, not quite fully mature.

Rocks and logs and sand.

The deer come down too.

A gull in the evening as the light falls.