This week's blog is a repeat but it captures what I feel mid-winter.
Yes, It's Still February
In this mini-month
the days drag their feet
beneath clouds of wet wool
velcroed to the sky.
They schlep carryalls filled
with sniffles and coughs
and their own guarded secret
which I deciphered:
each of them is 36 hours long
like the Dantesque days
of my medical residency.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
Sometimes it's the little things that get me.
AI Misinformation
Nary a flake falling but
my smartphone insists otherwise.
Maybe I carry a "not-so-smart"
phone. It's forever changing words
like "Marilyn" to "Marinate"
"Biscuit" to "Brisket"
"Binhammer" to "Ben Hammer"
"Semi" to "Semite"
turning messages into messes,
sending drivers down swampy roads,
losing signals in enchanted forests,
allowing spam with hidden scams,
ending conversations with ghosting,
flaring the flashlight without warning,
claiming sun when gloominess won.
Precipitation may appear on the app
but below the clouds lies only
the rust of winter.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
