feeding morale

pride is recovering (but was not wounded by some golden people as they had thought)

it is important to return to the original square and to plod on with things one knows will cheers them up. for example, the whisking of hippy dippy oats and grains and seeds and nuts and chocolate and baking them in a bath of butter until shatteringly crisp. see also the life sustaining gramnola bar

also, when confronted with strange blustery snow and plummety lows such as 3 or -2 degrees it is also good to up the intake of stodgy, starchy, warming foods. like a bowl of 'little ear's tossed with chopped olives, fresh rosemary, parsley, lemon zest, lemon juice, olive oil, chili flakes and hard cheese. see also, lunch time!

obviously it's clear: the ratio of snacks is directly proportionate to morale. this is a happy and full lady who just happens to have found some sort of time for Productivity today! see below.

cheers.

article 2.

at the wrong time,

loose with skin and skeleton,

the sky buckles

for me.

sprent with pinpoints of light,

I am dimly aware

the night sentinels,

in an attitude of delirium,

assemble.

this is the milky way.

it comes shrieking along,

too blunt and broad.

a plague of feeble light

wrecking itself demurely

across the sky

when I am much too old

to be blown by it.

night hounds cover the earth,

a howl of ballast weight

keeping our little fury

of breath and tide anchored.

you know it is the dog star

because it slices around,

refuses to define itself,

jabs scintillas of light

behind your eye

none of these

heavenly bodies

are the atlases they are said to be.

for me,

swathed to the throat

in panic and down

the asphalt comes up

in blows,

salt rasps my cheeks.

I hear my own cracking descent onto the road

unnavigable, brittle,

fiercely bloodwarm

while the dark,

in hysterics,

razes hugely on

gaspless and determined.