Sunday, June 16, 2013


 Years ago I had a small squirrel monkey as a pet.  I had first fallen in love with him in a dark corner at the back of the basement of Kresge's store where they had kept their pet section. It not the sort of  goods that made up the bulk of their inventory.

I had grown up on the stories and pictures that my father's years of exploration in South America. And a favorite story had been of a squirrel monkey that joined him on a raft on one of the tributaries of the Amazon. When my father died unexpectedly a few days before Christmas, my teen-aged children pooled their meager savings and bought me Bobinho (Portuguese for "Little clown) as a Christmas gift to ease my mourning.

I was determined to be a good monkey mother. I bought him his favorite foods. He loved bananas and peanuts, as did I, but research led me to believe that he would savor a treat that was also good for his health: meal worms! The books were right! Given a choice of foods, the meal worms won his enthusiastic favor evey time. Fortunately they were available at a local bird store.

And what does a good mother do? She tastes her child's food, of course! I'll admit that I put it off for quite a while, but finally I picked up a squirmy worm and bit into it. That stopped the squirming.

How can I describe it? It was a bit chewy, but my surprised taste buds were immediately seduced by its flavor. No wonder Bobinho liked it best! It tasted like the best meat tenderloin marinated in a sauce of fragrant tropical fruits, sweet and spicy!

Next, I hurried to the bathroom, spit it into the toilet, then brushed my teeth thoroughly. There are some things that even good monkey mothers can't bring themselves to swallow!

Sunday, May 26, 2013


The prompt is "luscious

    I would live on words
    would chew grainy words like pumpernickel, lick
    slick words that slide against the tongue
    and melt like lilikoi 
    luscious Hawaiian ice-upon-a-stick.
    Nor would I live on food words only
    but feast on all the savory
    flavored dictionary words
    the meaty ones like buxom and contemplate 
    seasoned with peppery sprinkles
    of quip and tipple 
    and I would nibble the edges
    of flat round cookies of extrapolate, reforestation
    and tickle my palette with perfumed words:
    Aldebaran, oriental, satin.

    I would open my Webster's Unabridged
    and grow fat on specious, unadulterated, irresolute.
    Never, never would I grow hungry.

    I would give thanks to the great god Gutenberg
    and lay me down to sleep
    after I sip a soothing drink brewed from
    soporific, subliminal, and seraphim
    and I will dream of books and libraries
    burgeoning with sustenance. 

    Sunday, May 5, 2013

    Fuzzy Memory


                   FUZZY MEMORY
                    ON JEOPARDY)

       My mind has a million niches for
       odd bits of soteric lore.
       It's not the storage that I lack
       but just means to fish them back!

    Sunday, March 31, 2013


    The Sunday Scribblings prompt is "seasoned".

    Spring flutters in, fabulous flirt,
    And flicks the last snows from her skirt.
    Released from storms' prison,
    Our garden hopes risen,
    We neighbors are sharing the dirt.

    I wrote this this week for Mad Kane's Limerick off.

    The Sunday Scribblings prompt is "SEASONED".  This was written this last week on Mad Kane's Limerick-Off


    Spring flutters in, fabulous flirt
    And flicks the last snow from her skirt.
    Now freed from storms' prison,
    Our garden hopes risen,
    We neighbors are sharing the dirt.