Prose
Nespresso Sadness
When I moved to Athens, near the end of 2021, to be with my Anthi, at least in spirit, and finish my book about Anthi and M, I purchased an Illy machine, but the coffee capsules were made from plastic and tended to explode over 25% of the time, so I threw it away since the seller and the manufacturer would not replace it or even acknowledge the problem. I googled it, and other people around the world had complained about the same issue. So much; I mean little, about Illy. I then purchased a Nespresso machine — the one in silver in the photo above — which I should have bought in the first place given that I had the same one before and it was excellent. So much for change.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
Limitless
Heed! Did you? Turn around, STOP! What the hell were you thinking? I don't know. I just had one foot pressed on GO! I, like a whole lot of us was just getting the hell out of "Dodge. " What is "Dodge"? Obviously it is more than Clint Eastwood and Michael Landon. It's a place none of us want to be once we get there; a dusty, smothering memory, a pit of loss, a nowhere we never wanted to see once, much less revisit. Now people talkabout red flags, auras and " shoulduvknowns" like we could buy them at the corner store or at least be handed an instruction booklet on love, stupidity, STD's and driving license all in one go. Recall, your guides, your parentals or whoever's sitting you down for the low down on love? If so, you are less than 5% of the global population, (of course I made that up).I know one thing. Love has no warning sign, no colour or flag. When it hits, it hits, it is like the old adage, " a ton of bricks". There is not a damn thing you can do about it but ride along.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
