Frankenberry's Attic

(The first part of this is something I wrote earlier in the week, Monday the 13th, but I knew wasn’t finished so thus …) No, driving into work this morning didn’t seem like I was living some sort of bad, though all too real movie. It’s been overly windy for days but it really kicked… Continue reading

No, driving into work this morning didn’t seem like I was living some sort of bad, though all too real movie. It’s been extra windy for days but it really kicked in last night screaming around and shaking my second floor windows and walls like a pissed off giant trying to get me to fall… Continue reading

Cat On A Cold Tile Roof starring Honey “Boo” Bob Tail “Moving yet indifferent performance! Even my allergic roommate teared up” – Cat Fancy “Left me with gunk in my eyes” – Catster “Great new production minus all the human trappings, drama (cough … cough … cough … Ackkkkk …. spit …) and uncomfortable subtext”… Continue reading

So as I mainline white knuckle anxiety these days (WNA with an X and a Y, “Winxy”, the latest designer that comes with a masked frowny face sticker on it’s tiny zip-lock in now empty dance clubs) I just couldn’t wait to get to my carrot tonight. Shit, half way through my half day at… Continue reading

Hey rhyme? What? You here? No. Word rhymes head stead lost times, crimes, crimes? makes no sense, now you’re just searching words, you’re innocent right dumb nut numb of times absurd, too much a word but not quite enough that would be instead something entirely different had head been  … head …  Lame … but… Continue reading

So “aside” from everything that is happening now … Put some Facebook posts together again wrapped around something new. I know an “aside” can be viewed as simply just our everyday us but things are different now and we almost feel compelled to lessen this everyday “us” when speaking of the greater that’s happening right… Continue reading

Facebook – Saturday Evening March 14 After coming downstairs yesterday morning, grabbing a seat across from the couch and picking up little Spanky, the now, unfortunately, one eyed Pirate of a dog in my lap I said to Celie “Arrrggghh (pirate talk) and be alright, but after I be getting home tonight, a bit late… Continue reading

After coming downstairs yesterday morning, grabbing a seat across from the couch and picking up little Spanky, the now, unfortunately, one eyed Pirate of a dog in my lap I said to Celie “Arrrggghh (pirate talk) and be alright, but after I be getting home tonight, a bit late after some time in my little… Continue reading

Facebook February 29: Went to shoot my nephew, Jake, a text earlier but couldn’t find my phone. Did a bit of a not all that pressing search of the apartment. Nothin’ Remembered I had done my usual run to Stop N Shop earlier, around 8a. Detectived downstairs to discover my man bag in the garage… Continue reading

There’s a certain almost … almost poetry in all that we do. You just have to find it. Pea bounces a glared excited tooth happy growl, and I bounce along, feets, paws and hands up in the air like we just do care. Louie barks, incessant, loud, annoyingly now out the back door be gone… Continue reading