with you…
i will fly
image: Brooke Shaden
words
Lispy bails out…
Here in the open cockpit
faceful of breeze
I sniff the winds of change.
Wooden wing struts and guy wires
lend a tentative support. You
look so brave out there, wind
whipped white frock and Florence
Nightingale cape.
Below, the dizzy patchwork map. I
can still hear your courageous last words,
a soft mixture of lisp and postnasal drip
as you step into the nearest available space,
a cloudbank of high hopes
one hand clutching your little nursebag
and the other the ripcord.
~ David Barker
image: Brooke Shaden
To be unafraid again…
I want to dig out what is ancient in me, the mistaken-for-monster, its ophidian prowl, its raven-cursed rudiment – Let it teach me how to be unafraid again.
~ Scherezade Siobhan
Image: fashionography by Zeno Holloway
The malapropisms of Yogi Berra…
Baseball fan I don’t claim to be…I won’t even try, though I’ve enjoyed a game or two in my time…
In need of a laugh (and while perusing Alphabet Juice by Roy Blount Jr.) I open to the word “malapropism” which isn’t really defined but can be rendered as a “wit-icism” quite naturally…or not… It is essentially an incorrect word used in place of a word, resulting in an utterance that makes no sense (yet does) in a humorous way. Thanks Wikipedia…
Yogi Berra, of baseball fame, is listed in Blount’s book as a classic candidate for having perfected the art of creating malapropisms…
“If you come to a fork in the road, take it.”
It takes a while…
Hurting
A whole week. Barely.
My feet take me around
but I forget why.
Mouth’s been to the dentist.
Hands don’t read my head.
Ears ring the telephone.
Moon’s knocked to one side
and I choke in fluids.
Eventually, they tell me,
The yelling quiets down
inside, but it takes
a while. It takes a while.
Words – Vi Gale
Image – thenletitbe.tumblr.com
