I observed that first moment of silence this morning dozing on the toilet ( Read more... )

At 11:30 I was at work, and my husband was pulling into the parking lot at Wegmans to do the weekly grocery shopping, when the last Space Shuttle blasted off. I did a play-by-play watching the last launch, describing, repeating the checks, announcements of speed and height. We got to the part of the sequence where the boosters are cast off ( Read more... )

Today they took away The Awakening from Hains Point, in D.C., I understand. It's a metal sculpture of a giant clawing his way out of the ground, and for 25 years it was a favorite destination. It was at the end of a small spit of land in a park ( Read more... )

Your hands, your mouth, your feathery touch, big man.
Do this to me,
and I will gladly kiss your whole skin,
lick each silky hair of your belly,
cook your dinner and do your laundry.
Tell me how you like
my fingers when they do that
there
and there.
You make me blush, even now.
I didn't know I could still blush.

Title: A Nice Round Number
Dramatis Personae: John Flansburgh, John Linnell
Rating: PG for a swear word
Words: 1508
Warnings: If you have yearned for more of my writing of an adult sexual nature, keep walking. Sorry. That's why it's not filtered ( Read more... )