Poetic Stress in Postcards 4

Sunset Cliffs.

I really want my pieces to have a punch line at the end. A “sock-it-to-‘em” line that leaves you with your mouth ajar. I’m not quite getting that element of surprise lately. The meanness, yes, a twist or two, but not surprise. To make it worse, I am writing about family members….dead, but loved by some. So I don’t feel comfortable waving my opinions in family members faces.

Say, “Hey, here’s my take on a really nasty man.” Nope.

• Himself: Yes, this word is a link to his blog. He’s really enjoying netflix. Putting up with me. Gym, work, put up with me. What more could I want.
• Herself: If I could forget it today, I have forgotton it. I saved my watch, and only after a real struggle found one of two flyers and got it posted online.
• Reading: First Woman: The grace and power of America’s Modern First Ladies
• Gratitudes: That I lost another couple of pounds.