Looking Up

hunters-moon                                                                             A Snow Moon, a lunar eclipse, and a comet are all appearing tonight. Stargazers in ecstasy. The neighborhood dogs are barking, one of them in mid-leak. The ducks have ducked into the darkness. The cats have also vanished, even the black ones. Where are they? In my woods? Fishing in my black-pearl pond? The earth has stopped spinning to get a look at its runt cousin. My smartphone camera takes stupid pictures of the harsh mistress.

Wyoming Knott and Professor Bernardo de la Paz are tied in knots, restrained by Heinlein nursing a Heineken. They crater lunarly in the wheel in the sky, imprisoned in the misty halo. MF

Long walks at night– / That’s what’s good for the soul: / peeking into windows / watching tired housewives / trying to fight off / their beer-maddened husbands. “And the moon and the stars and the world” Charles Bukowski.



Author: Mick

A disgraced knight. A monkey full of moonshine. In many ways good. Flaws in his character have led him to a tragic life. Indecisive and overly obsessed with the death of his father. Also obsessed with the three witches who predict not only that he will become king, but also the circumstances of his downfall. A poor judge of character, a better judge of beer, wine, and music. A beach bum. An attendant lord. Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool.

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