Author Archives: guavatart

All day long waiting for the end to begin the weekend.

The party is over ~ the balloons and I are both deflated.

Blood moon hidden in clouds and the Earth’s shadow.

Storming all day ~ after the rain the sky’s apology is pink.

Once again the cycles spin and I struggle to give a damn.

Waiting for hours ~ only to pour bad yogurt down the drain.

The Kingdom of Kush dreaming of date palms and golden mystery.

Another endless meeting nothing accomplished except wasted time.

Waking me before the alarm ~ my silly old girls want their treat.

This side of the equinox evening quickly gobbles the day.