Jannie wrote a letter
on vellum crisp as snow
and everywhere that Jannie went
the letter it did go.
It followed her for burgers
a taco
and a brew.
It munched some Whole Foods candies
and kissed some jump-ups blue.
Jannie wrote a letter.
It flew across the sea.
And boy, were its arms tired
when it reached Hilary.
56 words for The G-Man.
Sorry — it’s supposed to be 55.
🙂
Write a little story in 55 words,
go tell it on G-Man’s mountain and
he’ll shine his ever-lovin’ light on you.
xoxoxooxox
Just Good Stuff | Posted by Jannie on 29 March 2011 @ 12:02 PM
I order 4 Aventine Hill All Natural & Organic Handcrafted Soaps, and receive 5.
Plus, a cute little basket,
3 soaps in a “keeper” bag as a surprise for my daughter,
and a note, with lovely penmanship!!
Is that FREAKING AWESOME, or what!??!
The Child says “Oh, they’re so beautiful, I’ll never use them. I’ll just keep them to look at.”
I say “I can’t fully bask in the glory of these new soaps until we completely remodel the bathroom!!”
(But I will bask in them, starting today, now that the photos are taken.)
Yes, Sheila of the fabulous Ma Vie Folle blog and her equally wonderful Zensational Living site and I have been blogging buddies for quite a while now, so she’s extra nice to me,
but friends, — I gotta tell ya,
these soaps make me want to…
dance on cruise ship decks to the tune of her “Sun Salutation,”
roll every inch of me on the satin sheets of her “Lotus Blossom,”
warm myself by the bonfire glow of her Dune Grass,
welcome the first greening of spring on a dusting of her “Misty Moss,”
and cavort in fields of her “Oatmeal & Honey Goatmilk.”
I am NOT kidding on the exquisteness of Aventine Hill soaps.
When I’m an old lady, somebody please keep a basket of these by my e-z-up chair next to my computer, so their aroma will remind me of all the joys of my youth, okay? (Thank you.)
And of course, a big part of my soul wishes to keep her Namaste yoga collection forever on our dining room corner shelf, because the labels match so well.
But I like them in the bath best!
Sheila of Aventine Hill Bath Emporium also hand crafts additional bath and body products.
Now… the Misty Moss with a whisper of pink cedarwood is calling my name.
So gentle my face loves it too.
Posted with love by Jannie, who likes you and your blog.
xoxoxoxoxo
Flash Fiction 55 | Posted by Jannie on 24 March 2011 @ 6:55 PM
I’d probably be the weird one
who’d like only 2 of 4 orchid stamps
for the grand mass mailing
of invitations to my movie premiere.
And I’d probably wear a scarlet gown
to the premiere, but shouldn’t,
because everybody knows how
me in red always leads to trouble.
Boy howdy, does it!
And that’s all I’m sayin’ about that for today.
Yep, 55 words for the G-Man.
With love,
Jannie
xoxoxxoxo
P.S. Tomorrow we’re heading out camping for a few days, so if I haven’t popped over to your blog before I hit the woods, I’ll see ya when we get back!
Photography | Posted by Jannie on 23 March 2011 @ 2:02 PM
Kalyani and I were strolling
by the river yesterday
when I spied an unusual
fivesome ambling our way
Like lightning to my camera
my fingers they did fly
and holy cowabunga
I caught them smiling by!!
“Evidence?” the man joked
as our walking ships did meet
“Ha, ha, ha,” I answered
(That guy seemed pretty sweet!)
Not at all the type of bloke
who’d supoena me into court
for taking photos without asking.
Nope. He was a right friendly sort.
Will he ever read this poem
and see these photos here?
If he does, and emails
we’ll ask him out for beer.
That Tom or Bob or Harold
Or Mikey, or Dave or Lou,
We hope he’s having fun today
and his dogs are happy too.
And Kalyani by the wisteria about 5 minutes before we saw the man and 4 dogs — yes at my favorite trail spot!
Posted with love by:
Jannie
xoxoxoxoxo
Flash Fiction 55 | Posted by Jannie on 17 March 2011 @ 5:55 PM
Mark Twain eases himself
into his recliner on a raft
slippin’ down the Mississippi.
As he reaches for his iPhone
to see if Oprah’s emailed back
about the Biloxi cotillion,
a starbord wave hits,
sending Twain’s phone
flying from his grasp
into
the
watery
murk
below
forever.
“Oh, crap-on-a-hot-buttered-stick”
curses Twain. “There go all the
pictures of me and Raquel Welch.”
That was a Flash Fiction in 55 words — for our G-Man.
Haven’t posted a 55 yet? Try it. You’ll like it!
xooxoxo
