Too Soon?

 

Another K-drama for those of us with sixteen hours to spare:

Fencing, stickers, broadcast news. So moving!

Oof

Takes a village.

Lucky I have one.

 

Hannah Gadsby's Brouhaha

...gave birth to this!

So many identities, many with astrological signs.

Agenda (brilliantly) served.

Forecast

What is old age if not an opportunity to swan about in a silk kimono, dropping pearls of wisdom behind you like a trail of breadcrumbs?

This is going to be very expensive.

K-Dramas And Mexican TV

 

Korean romance series remind me a bit of Mexican television shows. While an ocean apart, both are over the top and restrained in ways that surprise and delight me.

Schitt's Creek

I am having a moment. Clips from Schitt's Creek are really hitting the spot for me. Can't get enough.

Can't stop me.

Belonging

waves roll in from the Minch

harassed by gale force winds

rain distorts the world

I see through my glasses

I am startled to realize 

my hair resembles Auður's cloak

that I feel kinship 

with the crofter's cottage--

made of local materials

warm and at ease amidst the storm

sturdy in the elements

in this place

Eclipse Shadows

Totality

It's A Problem

there is a particular brand

of American crazy

spittle flying

righteous fury

nostrils flared

all razzle dazzle

or

calm and clear-eyed

requiring a double-take

 because you could have sworn

up was down

and down was up

neither version

is marked by much shame

it's a kid having a

temper tantrum

relying on intimidation

or 

hiding in the middle of the rug

with their eyes closed

because they don't understand physics

either way

it's a zero sum game

with heavy artillery

and the future

already played out

Three Things I Love About The UK

 

1.

2. 

3. 

Beàrnaraigh Na Hearadh

 

on margins

damp with sea spray

ewes trundle over the machair

double wide

heavy with life

the lambs

in their fragility

(when they come)

so at odds

with their own sound

a clutch of geese

rise and hover

above headstones worn to nubs

on the leeside of Ben Leva

oystercatchers

flash black, white and red

wheeling over whitecaps

then settle again

the backside of my heart

pressed against dunes

echoes the beat

of waves breaking

over eons of shells

in this land of bent grasses

life touches

forehead to bedrock

and soars

at the slightest provocation

Oh, Yes.

This cowgirl...

genre bender, mender, melder, minder.