we had a cat named Fluffy
who always acted arrogant and stuffy
one day it was said
she was found dead
those tooth marks aren’t mine dear Sophy
Categories:
sophy, animal,
Form: Limerick
The night was rainy, hot and humid. It was the kind of night that populates steamy, black and white, noir movies where someone is murdered. The stars seemed reduced to sloshing behind moldy gray clouds, as damp and listless as seaweed in the surf.
“Let’s go see a movie,” Sophy suggested, as she brought up the Fandango website on the 70” smart TV. This quickly drew a brouhaha of excited interest.
“Ooo!, Bullet Train,” Anna said. “Elvis!” Lisa gushed.
“Where the Crawdads sing!” Sunny gasped.
“Super pets!” Leong declared, pointing - producing groans all around - THAT was a no-go.
“Maverick!” I said. “I could do that,” Sunny agreed, “he’s crazy, but I’m a Cruise fan.” she added.
In the end we decided to do a movie marathon with “Maverick” that night and “Elvis”, “Bullet Train” and “Where the Crawdads sing,” on Sunday.
As we ordered our treats at the theater concession stand, a tall, skinny, spotted, teenage boy attempted to flirt with Lisa. He smiled at her as confidently as a lizard, but sagged, like a shirt whose coat hanger was removed, when she pointedly ignored him.
Categories:
sophy, night, summer, teen, vacation,
Form: Free verse
It’s a Saturday afternoon worth waiting for. It’s 52°f and the sky is clear except for a scattering of popcorn clouds. I’m eating lunch with Sophy, Lisa, Anna (my roommates) and Peter (a friend) at one of the two residential dining halls that have the best pizza (yeah, you KNOW who you are).
We’re touching base before we scatter, shrapnel like, for the night. I’ll be hemmed-up by circumstance and in my most diligent work-mode. I have a presentation due Monday.
Sophy says, reading from at her laptop, “Research suggests that cat owners are seen as better looking and have more sex.”
“I have two cats,” I say, “at home.” I preen in my double-catness.
“I’m a cat owner!” Anna announces.
“My cat DIED.” Lisa reveals sadly.
“THAT cat did its JOB,” Sophy pronounced saliently, as if proof for the study.
“I grew up in a cat house,” Peter says.
“Ooo! YOU must have learned a LOT!” I say, batting my eyes seductively.
“Maybe we should get a cat HERE!” Sophy suggests.
“To cement our status!” Anna laughs.
The pizza was really good.
Categories:
sophy, cat, humor, school, student,
Form: Free verse
In searching for her he’s found a philosophy
to balance his soul in the presence of Sophy.
The scales of existence measures his sufferings,
from his shoulders, she’s taken off the weight of desires.
His spirit is soaring above the ordinariness.
The lightness rules over the human hopelessness.
Penetrating into the Universe is the man.
The truth is a languor for him till the end.
(translated from Russian)
Categories:
philosophy,
Form: Couplet