Miranda: What happened?
Mrs. Doubtfire: He was quite fond of the drink.
Miranda: Ah…
Mrs. Doubtfire: ‘Twas the drink that killed him.
Miranda: How awful – he was an alcoholic?
Mrs. Doubtfire: No, he was hit by a Guinness truck…so it was quite literally the drink that killed him.
cleothedog
March 29, 2014
March 20, 2014
white daisies and morning glories as big as plates pushing through the floor boards of the weathered porch at my parents’ house
March 6, 2014
1.1
each time i ask
are we really going on with it?
this time
yes
we can’t go through it like that though
that’s going about it
all the wrong way
a carlight glimmers in the mush
March 4, 2014
reflection of a windmill
spinning very fast
in non-traditional shape of modern building’s window
February 18, 2014
how can the sun set so fast?
it must be heavy
in the sky
February 14, 2014
“Wonder Cat”
Family Portraits, Part IV
Happy Valentine’s day!
January 30, 2014
“Vermont”
(Photo by Will Solomon)
January 19, 2014
you come to me
your breath smelling of cheese
smoked gouda and cheddar
say you need a hug
January 9, 2014
sky white against black trees
try as you might to get back here
seems such a trial just to say it
but there’s our bed and I made it
cleothedog 