One Saturday in the life of a monkey....

Today, I drove around the countryside of Arkansas with a ninety-one year old man for 4 hours. We went to the miniature tourist trap called Appletown, bought a bushel of peaches picked suppossedly this morning, and ate BBQ at a dive called Penguin Ed's where you order your meal at a pinkish orange phone hanging on the wall of your booth. There were Frootloops on the floor under our booth and white icycle Christmas lights around the ceiling. Fun times, let me tell you.

Now I go forth to divide and conquer the already decomposing peaches.

Who would have thought a muse would make friends with an aardvark? Strange things exist in the world, and stranger things will come.

Ah, a week long absence, but one well spent. My writing has been in a dry spell for a few months now. I thought I'd be stuck having to say, "Once I wrote bad poetry, but now I don't write at all," for the rest of my year.
But not so. I have been calling to the muse, letting her flow through my meager fingers into the Word documents littering my computer desktop. Not sure how long or what the title of my work will be - but at least I'm writing again.