This post is a preview of next week here at Ragamuffin Ramblings. I have noticed with the frequency of blogging, I rarely pour out on the written pages of my journal. Since I have been been blogging more and more over the course of the last 6-7 years (has it been that long?!?!), I notice less and less physical writing in my journal; a pastime I cannot ever imagine being rid of (I’d likely die inside). So here is a preview of what all my posts next week will look like…
This is for the wounded birds
whose lives esculate the broken airways
over the waves of dispair.
this one is for the growing trees
whose leaves breathe deep my exhaust
and reach toward the sky to spite
this is for the bedraggled friends
whose life is a constant coffee spill
staining your shirt in a way…
this one is for the hopeless plastic sack
whose weightlessness floats aimlessly
in simplistic beauty none can match
Having gone to Mexicali for the first time in April, I discovered a nectar that week I could never forget. I also never thought I’d see it again lest I should revisit Mexicali.
Upon stopping in to a Mexican market not more than 5 blocks from my house today, I came across said nectar.
5 BLOCKS AWAY!!
#257 Reason It Pays To Live In The Diverse Part of Town