Recent Jaunts

  • Periodic reminder …. January 15, 2023
  • Talking Cats …. January 7, 2023
  • Panning For Gold …. January 2, 2023
  • Hey Mister, Mister DJ …. December 30, 2022
  • Colophon: Nov. 15-18 November 19, 2022

Recent Comments

Terry Shaughnessy on Periodic reminder ….
Matthew Beatty on Standing in Line at the Blank…
Pete Riddell on Proof of Concept: Things I…
coworkingbabe on Proof of Concept: Things I…
coworkingbabe on Proof of Concept: Things I…

Meta

  • Register
  • Log in
  • Entries feed
  • Comments feed
  • WordPress.com

Travelogue

  • January 2023
  • December 2022
  • November 2022
  • October 2022
  • September 2022
  • June 2022
  • March 2022
  • February 2022
  • January 2022
  • December 2021
  • November 2021
  • October 2021
  • September 2021
  • May 2021
  • April 2021
  • March 2021
  • January 2021
  • November 2020
  • October 2020
  • April 2020
  • March 2020
  • January 2020
  • December 2019
  • September 2019
  • August 2019
  • June 2019
  • March 2019
  • October 2018
  • August 2018
  • April 2018
  • March 2018
  • January 2018
  • December 2017
  • November 2017
  • October 2017
  • September 2017
  • August 2017
  • July 2017
  • June 2017
  • May 2017
  • April 2017

Recent Comments

Terry Shaughnessy on Periodic reminder ….
Matthew Beatty on Standing in Line at the Blank…
Pete Riddell on Proof of Concept: Things I…
coworkingbabe on Proof of Concept: Things I…
coworkingbabe on Proof of Concept: Things I…

Meta

  • Register
  • Log in
  • Entries feed
  • Comments feed
  • WordPress.com
  • Widgets
  • Search

Letters for Maggie

Just letting her know where I'm at….

Menu

Skip to content
  • Home
  • Origin Story
  • About…
  • Whom to Blame
  • Postcards
  • Excursions
  • The road ahead
  • Fathers and Sons
  • The Girls

Tag Archives: summer

The Girls

Standing in Line at the Blank Slate Creamery

June 18, 2022Pete Riddellice cream, summer, sweet surrender 1 Comment

The lines get long but they move quickly, she says 
as we join the expectant tail 
and tongues wagging from door to street.
“Bourbon Turtle” I say aloud,

not to anyone really,
but because Bourbon Turtle …
and it’s the greatest of all the commandments
scrawled on the tall black slate scroll

Continue reading →
Standard
Blog at WordPress.com.
  • Follow Following
    • Letters for Maggie
    • Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
    • Letters for Maggie
    • Customize
    • Follow Following
    • Sign up
    • Log in
    • Report this content
    • View site in Reader
    • Manage subscriptions
    • Collapse this bar