Friday is Skyday

. . .

Mr. Bloom's tiny Gratification

It's not Joyceday.

Borges & Borges

30 years ago
Jorge Luis Borges died.
His tombstone remains.

The grave of this German namesake
who died five years later,
does not exist anymore.
This Borges was obviously no famous writer.

Jorge Luis Borges (24 August 1899 – 14 June 1986)

Monochrome Monday

In late April
around the old beehouse
blossoms galore

Friday is Skyday

. . .

Precious Life

The life where nothing happens
among the dear familiar things
is for me the most precious life.
...
And all we have
is those precious moments
and the hours and the days.

John McGahern

Worth some thoughts

If a book was well-written it can be obscene,
but it couldn't be immoral,
because if it was immoral,
it couldn't be true.

John Mc Gahern

Transit of a Cat

What's the Transit of Mercury

against the Transit of Momo.

A Fart in the Wind

Nine years of blogging
are like a fart in the wind.
What are four days more?

Question answered

It's about apples, stupid.

Laughing Lhursday*

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Mayday

Add caption.
Nothing to add.

Simultaneous

This tulip and I
enjoying the last sun-beams;
her blossom, my eye.