Sine qua non

"I am the sine qua non in your life."
Potential pick-up line? We'll see how it goes.

Oyster Bar

Trapped in the sea, itching itching
for you and me, wishing switching
my mind's unrest, switching wishing
the kind of pearl I'm going to be.

Excuse me, I think you're in my seat.

That moment when ALL 5 of your library go-to spots are taken.
I will never be able to focus now.

I need to scout out more back-ups...

If only we had tickets for our library seats, then we could rightfully and lovingly kick out the mistaken people.

Watching the stars come out

Here's to the spectacular meteor shower.
Calvin and I are lying in the grass, watching the stars come out.

Library Driftwood

You know you've turned into library driftwood when your eyebrows are uncontrollably knitting and your vision has become a painful cross-eyed blur.

After all the time I spend in the library, I think I should at least get some library credit. Too bad the library isn't marketable on the stock market...

Roof patio. Now that would be nice... or just some space heaters for the summertime.

It's a tough world out there, aphids

The orange aphid strolls along the windowsill precipice without a care that he will soon become an unnoticed splat of crimson against a tufted blade of grass below.

Turkish Delight

"A Turkish Phantom"
by me

If only I were a Phantom of delight
eating the scrumptious Turkish Delight.
To follow heaven's lightly light
and not in man's ravenous plight.
For you are hungry, and I am too,
but of glory's light, none a few.
Take my delight, and savor my taste;
let not all of me go to unkept waste.
But take my delight, and cherish it so.
For to everyone else, I'll be unknown.
And take my delight, it'll be yours to keep.
It merely depends on how far you're to reach.
A reach once grasped, I'll have you know
is one forever, so don't you let go

for there will be no more Turkish Delight for you.


A bit cheeky, eh?

And now, for the master. W. Wordsworth

CLXXIV. "She was a Phantom of delight"

SHE was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleam'd upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament:
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;	5
Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.	10
I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;
A countenance in which did meet	15
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food,
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.	20
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A being breathing thoughtful breath,
A traveller between life and death:
The reason firm, the temperate will,	25
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of an angel light.