a diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 386 What You Think, What You Do Break it down, thought by thought: This is what’s it like, moment by moment: This is what you think. This is what you do.
The other month a friend asked me for advice re fertility testing, IUI, and IVF. Here’s what I told her below. If you, too, have been through fertility testing, IUI, or IVF, please feel free to add your two cents in the comments. 1. Cut back at work. I actually quit my job during the [...]
a diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 385 Susan Sings For Her Dinner I love it when she speaks. Susan, our old dog, one crippled leg, fuzzy muzzle, as I hover the dinner bowl above her, Lifts her snout and looks right at me with big black eyes and barks with furious joy.
Everywhere you turn cities around the country are facing multimillion deficits. Truthfully, nowadays it appears that no level of government is immune to financial instability. But I would argue that financial crisis at the local level (e.g., municipal, borough, town, etc.) is often more difficult to solve, particularly in urban areas. Why? Well, cities only [...]
a diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 384 A Planetary Journey Setting out for a movie we end up driving the winding roads up Griffith Park hills. On a bench we look out at the Hollywood Hills, hold hands and talk. Walk to the Observatory. Under stars on planetarium dome in cushy chairs we [...]
a diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 383 A Toe’s Radius for Elise upon journey‘s return Tonight my sleep no longer lonely. Yes, alone can be sweet, Air blowing cool across my naked body, covers off, sliding door open to overnight balcony. But all tonight long even in sleep I know her warm body resides, so [...]
a diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 382 A Certainty Only one thing is certain: Something Will happen.
a diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 381 Button Breath: Reset Button.
. a favorite blogumn by Ryan Dixon Ryan Says: Love at first sight? For me, it’s a dubious concept with one notable exception. During a trip to Boston last August I fell instantly into Eros’ pulsating embrace upon my first step inside Jordan’s Furniture. For those who didn’t read this Fierce Anticipation when it was [...]
a diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 379 Sensuality of Thought My subject is the Sensuality of Thought. But she just won’t Hold a pose.
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