On Saturday I’m Going To Be Homeless

07/28/2017 ~ T M Mulligan

I knew it was coming, this day.

Like those on this side of the canyon watching the night sky grow from a dark, almost forestfire imperceptible henna to tangerine to apricot. They knew it was coming, this night.

Tonight at long last I’ve long lost everything I once valued: love and lovers; mind and mindfulness; mother and brother.

abyss Tonight I’m staring right into an abyss whose depth is wholly uncertain.

And yet I’m surprisingly happy. I awoke this morning like Scrooge, happy and laughing and realizing that my life has turned the corner.

Here is what I discovered: My whole life has been dedicated to making others happy. In a generous way.

But here’s the one piece I never understood until today: If I can do everything I can to help those around me be happy, I’ll be surrounded by happy people and what a happy life I’ll have.

Kissing, de novo

03/28/201705/10/2017 ~ T M Mulligan

Kissing anchors a promise between two;

Kisses can be the sound of winter-whitened whispering pines; fresh, slow, quiet;

Kissing can be cagey and duplicitous;
A kiss earns thirty silver coins;
A kiss costs a lifetime;
A kiss is as silent as a prayer;
Kissing celebrates a war’s end;
A kiss draws breath lips tongues;
A kiss can never be sexual, it’s always sensual;
A kiss is captured in marble for eternity;
A kiss costs nothing but oft is priceless;
Kisses can be a beginning and also an end;
Kisses are preludes to sleepiness;
A kiss practiced on a pillow is rarely returned;
A kiss can beguile old fortunes;
A kiss can be litigated;
A kiss can be malevolent;
A kiss can be gallant strong bold;
A kiss can be strong bushy potent;
A kiss can be pretentious misguided refused;
Kisses hardly satisfy the ache of a woman wooing the stirred yet shame-faced neighbor;
A kiss is a testament, a covenant, a charter;
A kiss is an anxious hello; it’s a long good-bye; and finally, a rest in peace.

Qqqqqqqqqqqqqkiss.

Creatives

06/29/201404/05/2015 ~ T M Mulligan ~ 1 Comment

Upon witnessing the thousand upon thousand upon thousand of marvelous, brilliant, and novel flowers and plants during Jenni’s morning constitutional; it is hard to argue that there isn’t something profound influencing our world. This something has a broad canvas and phenomenal palette upon which to design and express.

I call these something’s Creatives. Not the adjective creative, but the organic, the essential, and the vital spark igniting intelligence and the miraculous diversity called Life.

For example: