Today's 1TP

ubiquitous

here's the sign you've been waiting for









buy the bumper sticker

GLAMOUR

Heather sd, "I don't know, something about "Glamour Shots" painted on a wooden sign and stuck in the front yard..."

we turned the car around to document

Friendly Fledgling Story

When I opened the back door early on Good Friday morning, Jet had a small mourning dove in her mouth and was making a [f/b]eeline for the kitchen. "Jet, NO!" She dropped it, startled. The bird dashed to the corner of the porch & huddled. I nabbed Jet, put her inside with me. A couple hours later I checked to make sure the bird was gone, yes. Later in the afternoon I headed out to get the car inspected at NJDOT. I filled the tank & rolled down Cuthbert Blvd at 35-40MPH. Glanced over to spot the same mourning dove perched nicely between the hood of the car and the windshield, feathers fluttering in the breeze. Too adorable. We pulled behind our favorite diner to get a box for its safe keeping, stuck it in the back of the car. NJDOT is closed on Good Friday, FYI. I returned home, put it in a flower basket & hung it up on the back porch, not knowing what else to do. Couple hours later, after researching care for such a bird, Heather decided to set it down in the hedges, believing it was just learning to fly. The bird half-flew away from her and right into her barely opened studio window about 25 feet away. It nestled on the inside sill. H reached through to get it & took it back to the hedges. We crossed our fingers with Jet captive. Early evening, Jet bust loose when the door was open for a split second. I chased her around the house - successfully. When I returned to the back porch, Heather pointed to the bird perched only a foot away from where Jet & I just ran! It had witnessed the comedy, apparently. I headed out again & called Heather from the car to ask her to take a photo (above). The bird was still there when I got back, sitting on our patio. H & I giggled half-incredulously on the back porch about this infectious bird. Our boy Cue, hearing the adoration in our voices, promptly trotted outside & directly over to the thing. This sent it into a healthy flight over the fence, over Savi's peach trees and out of sight.
YAY!

crab samples

i've not been writing creatively much for quite awhile except for these small crabapples i call one-thot pommes.








funeral

sharpening gaze






arrogant

never looking up the pronunciation






chinese finger trap

playing the victim






nouveau riche

do they even know what this means






perpetuation of perpetration

accuse the accuser






tar baby

self-inflicted negotiative disaster






swiss cheese

high risk bi-polar





salut

occupy them increments






lingerie poems

“inaccessible” “obscure”







gut hole

memory solace

411

people have inquired
& thus

unsure how to go about this but steps...