Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
2005-10-09 afternoon, 63 degrees. Went to the 'Red Balloon To Do' last night. I was the 'featured' poet at one venue, so I just stuck around and asked people if they would like to hear a poem. The idea of roping the crowd in and actually making them listen, wasn't happening. So, I did what I could. Got my friend Cary to get on-line. Finally. He's at soapbox . He was surprized to recieve a comment about an item within a half hour of posting. I remember the thrill of the first comment I received! Went to the bell concert. Hina, a papillon, was helping her mistress, I'm sure. Anyway, always good to hear the bells. OVERHEARD "Dreama's riding it" Sandy re noise from the washing machine. SENSED YESTERDAY: Billy-the-dog barking at me and taking a nip; Glen with a paste-on mustache, dressed in snug red shorts, changing to a suit later; red balloons; a balloon bursting; a burlap penis suspended from the ceiling, lit from beneath; 2 cardboard windmills; the crunch of paper stuck in the copy machine; hummus; lime coke; singing 'Domini fili unigenite'; toothpaste. |