Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Ode to the Wrong Shoes
I wore the wrong shoes today Right color, wrong brand My eyes were tired and blurred when I reached into the closet hoping for the best I found them by touch and at first glance saw brown shoes and ended my search. The cuffs of my pants hang lovingly against the top But Wait! These are the Wrong Shoes They are not my really comfy Merrills They are tight and my big toe feels crushed defeated stupid brown shoes you will pay for your sneakiness and your harm to my toe with your life. posted by Jody Permalink | 1 comments Monday, May 12, 2008
This is the poem I got for Mother's day this year. I did not expect a poem, but I was very happy to get it. It was written on a piece of foamy stuff with a magnet on the back so I can keep it on the fridge.
I started to write my mom a poem but it was not as good as this one so I just gave up altogether. I can honestly say that nobody has ever, ever, written me a better poem than this one, and I doubt they ever will. My Mother's Day Poem, by Junior My mom appreciates Mike Lowell But I hope I make her complete Without me there could be a hole My mom appreciates Mike Lowell We work together like some moles But she also makes my heart beat My mom appreciates Mike Lowell But I hope I make her complete. Labels: junior, love, Mike Lowell, poetry, Red_Sox posted by Jody Permalink | 2 comments Thursday, February 07, 2008
A million years ago (11) I had a literary zine called Block Lines. I gave it up when I got pregnant because I just didn't have the time or energy.
I still don't bit Phsntom the wonder dog has a little poetry in his soul. he has asked me to distribute his words to the masses. WHAT'S THIS? by Phantom I have to pee letmeout LETMEOUT I am free! what's this? it is cold and white and it sticks to my legs in little balls AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! letmein LETMEIN! posted by Jody Permalink | 0 comments Thursday, February 08, 2007
You know, usually this time of year, we bitch and moan and crab about how sick we are of winter, and how we wish it was April or May already. Me, I'm fondly remembering the warm, lush days of January. Whoda thunk it. Well me. I remember thunking to myself "Boy, we're going to be really sorry when all this ends and we get real winter temperatures."
My nasal passages are so angry with me, we aren't on speaking terms. I need to swing by the Hallmark Store to buy them a card. "When you're blue And you don't know Where to go to Why don't you go where saline sits I'll give you a spritz." I hope it doesn't have a picture of a flower on the front. My sinuses really hate flowers. posted by Jody Permalink | 5 comments |
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