Loose Leaf Notes

1. When Mother’s Day and your birthday fall only days apart and you have three friends whose birthdays do too.

2. Add to that that my grandson Bryce’s birthday three days before mine, May 14. It was also his Little League baseball shirt number when he was 11. We all struck a home run the day Bryce was born. The current score is 15!

3. Three wishes granted or three strikes you’re out?

4. How a poem is like cake: Don’t use a mix / or stale ingredients / Don’t look in the oven / too much when it’s cooking / or eat too much at one sitting / Don’t over-sweeten / or over-stir / A baker and a poet /are both concerned with flavor / It’s all about consistency / and knowing when it’s done (dedicated to my amazing birthday cake chef, Kelly.

5. For a couple of decades I’ve been part of a Triple Spiral of Neighborhood May Goddesses who celebrate our birthdays together. Like clockwork our birth dates fall like dominoes just days apart.

6. Over the years we’ve posed together with irises in our hair, roses in our teeth, holding pies and all varieties of cakes in restaurants, in kitchens, on porches, and at tea parties. We’ve watched our clothing styles change, ourselves getting sillier, and Dolphin, the youngest, grow up. More HERE. 

7. And when Dolphin moved to Alaska and then to Maine, her mother or her sister Amy stood in.

8. Caught up? Or caught up in a distraction that doesn’t allow you to be caught up?

9. Joke for Watson: “My husband’s name is Joe. It’s a good thing his last name isn’t King or he’d be Joking.”

10. Can I boast about the host who opens up her house?

11. How come age isn’t like art or poetry? / How come it’s hard cold facts? / A labeled box that never fits / A branded number that follows your name / And just when you get used to it – it changes!  More HERE.

12.  If Robots Wrote Poetry: They would bargain with the devil / Sell you a wind-up nightingale / A parlor trick gimmick / of soulless semantics / Until you no longer knew the difference / between Muzak and Mozart / between sentient creation / and automated content… -Read the rest of this poem HERE.

13. And if I’m ever confined to a bed in a room / I hope my grandson plays Led Zepplin on guitar / His brother can cook me noodles and teriyaki vegetables / while we up the ante in poker and Old Maid – Read Now That I Can Do Crossword Puzzles in One Sitting in its entirety HERE.

______Thirteen Thursday