Wash That Gay Right Out Of My Hair

What are the odds? I publish a blog about a bisexual bob and THIS is the shampoo I’m offered in a hotel the very next weekend. It was another quick road-trip weekend for me and Peaco. Unfortunately our streak of rain-outs continues and he was stuck in the hotel and/or my bag for most of…

Science, Mystery, Royals, and Balladeers

Tomorrow it will be time to tear more frags but I still haven’t written about the frags I tore last week. It’s been that kind of week. Prosperous is an element. It is the mystical cousin of phosphorus. Rather than a chemical element with an atomic number it is a supernatural element with dead-language glyphs….

Once Upon A Fragment

I’m just now getting caught up from our trip to Alabama. Many of the bloggers I follow call it re-entry. As in re-entry to normal daily routine, or in my case, normal daily practice. I tore these frags on Monday. I finally get to write about them on Friday Saturday. Recognized is one of those…

And These Are Just The Edges

Frags were ripped for the week. No subtle messages on the first sides. Boldly Courageous; courage with a qualifier. This is the only boy allowed inside the all-girl clubhouse. And it’s not because his balls are so big. It’s because his balls are so soft. He knows girls like soft things next to their skin….

Small Minds Small Talk

I said I’d let you know how it went yesterday. “Good morning.” “Good morning, Mercy. How are you?” “I am floral.” “Floral. Well I guess that’s good.” End of conversation. Nothing meaningful exchanged. Total waste of talk. Today’s exchange: “Good morning.” “Good morning, Mercy. How are you today?” “I am responsive.” “Responsive?” “Yes, I am…

Grown Up Baby Talk

The beginning of the week means the ripping of the frags. As you can see from the first frag, I ripped with abandon and produced a frag and a frag of a frag. Spacious was rent. That’s the past tense of rend, not the cost of lodging. I created some extra space for Spacious. On…

Say My Name

The turning of the week brings the tearing of the frags. My frag for the coming week is Kindred. My frag for the extra journal page is Groovin’. I dreamed I was on my way to Jamaica last night with a red carry-on bag. I was moving through the airport looking for my gate and…

April’s Fragment Quartet

The turning of pages generates frags. I turned to a new week and new month on Sunday, so new frags were torn away in the turning. ← Oh, that sounded Pink Floydian, did it not? For the turning of March into April the sentiment given is: For the turning of Week 13 into Week 14, the…

Passionate Poses

I get extra journal pages in my weekly planner for ideas and lists and downloads of scripture I am supposed to verily say unto thee. With those extra pages I get frags. This week’s extra: A passion I have set aside is my self-portrait work, my Tinas. For those of you who were not around…

Funding The Idiocy

It baffles me that people still fantasize about things like this instead of living the lives they want with the means they’ve got. From a practicality standpoint the time and money spent playing the lottery for a one in ever-escalating millions chance of winning could be spent improving our existing lives in a million different…

Lost and Found Frag

Remember the frags I lost last week? I found one of them. Or, remember the frags who ran away last week? One of them came back. Mindful was the one I could recall. Mindful is the one who returned. On the flip side of Mindful was Ambitious. I’m betting it was Ambitious who decided to…

Runaway Frags

I told you last week I had a couple of surplus frags left and then I’d be current on calendar corner perfs. That was true when I said it. On Friday I slid the remaining frags into the back pocket of my jeans with the intention of photographing them so I could write about them…