February 1st, 2013 at 07:44
Perfect observation. I’ve never thought of it, but my dresser top is something of a dusty museum!
February 1st, 2013 at 08:17
Mine does get some straitnin every coupla months.
February 1st, 2013 at 07:54
February 1st, 2013 at 08:19
Valued statement coming from a gifted writer as you. Thank you.
February 1st, 2013 at 07:58
Thy will be done. Not touching this one. With all that dust, you might be able to grow some potato. Have a good Friday. Mr. Carl.
…and roses too !
February 1st, 2013 at 08:17
Ah the sacred ‘Man Alter’ is finally given its proper due!
February 1st, 2013 at 08:21
I knew you’d relate. There’s a horseshoe souvenir from the Florida Derby somewhere in all the junk too.
February 1st, 2013 at 08:26
My top drawer has things from 30 years and beyond in it. I had to move my socks from that one to the one below to make room. My wife has termed it my “Junk Drawer”.
February 1st, 2013 at 09:48
Poetic renouncing and declaration. I commend your style an ability. The quiet and congenial contrarian struts his ‘shtufffs’. I like this for all the right and wrong reasons. A tip of the hat.
February 1st, 2013 at 17:12
Delighted it is well received. I must search the files to post some more.
February 1st, 2013 at 11:10
Great poem, Carl. You must have taken the picture after she-who-is-about-to-become-ghost-material defied your orders and prompted the rhyme. Fun.
February 1st, 2013 at 17:11
I was gone for a mere weekend and my entire microcosm fell into upheaval.
February 1st, 2013 at 11:58
We all must have our Sanctum, Sanctorum.. Or in more common parlance… You toucha this, I breaka you face.. Capice?
February 1st, 2013 at 17:18
Ya GIVE orders to your crew but apparently TAKE orders at home.
February 1st, 2013 at 13:24
Have you thought about therapy at all Carl? hahaha
February 1st, 2013 at 17:22
I tried that several times. It is the mental health care providers that are nuts nor could they survive in my private self manufactured universe.
February 1st, 2013 at 18:04
I completely agree with you my friend. I actually wrote alittle something about that in this post: http://alesiablogs.wordpress.com/2013/01/10/parental-guidance-a-film-review-sort-of/
February 1st, 2013 at 18:25
I visited. Good read. Thanks. Also feel free and I encourage you and all to post links on my posts from their blog for related material. In this network we promote each other and share our thoughts.
February 1st, 2013 at 15:35
I loved this poem
February 1st, 2013 at 17:23
Well of course. It was written in 1985…
February 1st, 2013 at 17:51
Mine stores random things that were in my pocket, and exercises I had written out for myself to do at the gym. – good poem!
February 1st, 2013 at 18:22
It is comforting to know that I am not alone in my eccentricities.
February 1st, 2013 at 18:52
Soon it will be time to spring clean.
February 1st, 2013 at 18:54
Time to take down the Christmas tree too I spoze.
February 1st, 2013 at 21:02
I think every man has what I call a “sacred space” that they don’t want messed with, cleaned, or in anyway rearranged.
February 1st, 2013 at 22:54
As little as that space may be, a box, a corner of the garage , a shelf or two in the closet , all really so insignificant but just special to us,kids and wives just can’t seem to respect it. At what ever treasures are there they are treasures with meaning to their owner only.
February 1st, 2013 at 22:42
Your unopened letter is an intriguing mystery …
February 1st, 2013 at 23:01
1. A letter to that old girlfriend now married who you care to see with no adulterous intent ? Or to a person to whom you wish to make amends but does not care to hear ? 3. An application for that job you dearly want but know there is no chance ? 4. One last try to a publisher for your cartoons who you know will reject the proposal ?
February 2nd, 2013 at 00:24
I intended to write “unmailed letter.” I love the possibilities and choices offered.
February 1st, 2013 at 22:47
Niiice – Like a journal of sorts!
February 1st, 2013 at 23:02
An inventory of things important to no one but ourselves, I spoze.
February 1st, 2013 at 22:48
February 1st, 2013 at 23:09
Check your email – hope you like it.
February 1st, 2013 at 23:11
Thank you Carl! Love chocolate
February 1st, 2013 at 23:15
I think you are writing about my husband’s dresser top.
February 1st, 2013 at 23:32
Well I am glad to see we are not alone. Must be one of those Jungian archetypes for men of all cultures and eras.
February 2nd, 2013 at 01:39
Love the detail of images. I really enjoy when you dabble in poetry. You have such a flair, Carl!
February 2nd, 2013 at 07:43
Thanks for encouragement. I have more things to rework. But visitors expect cartoons all the time.
February 2nd, 2013 at 02:13
We all need a shrine for our sacred tchotchkes …
February 2nd, 2013 at 07:46
My uncle had tchotchkes but had an operation and is doing much better now.
February 2nd, 2013 at 21:14
February 2nd, 2013 at 06:56
Your words are a perfect description of David’s nightstand, Carl. The twentieth of this month will be eighteen months that he is gone but everything is still as he left it.
Blessings ~ Maxi
February 2nd, 2013 at 07:50
Then it is a delightful and fitting altar to his memory. And yours too. Mother’s 89th birthday would have been on the 26th. Father and I cast some roses from the tiny wooden bridge over the tiny stream where I dispersed her ashes a while back.
February 2nd, 2013 at 12:47
Ah … even men have their own goodie drawers … although what’s in mine usually needs batteries and it’s now locked. You always make me smile
February 2nd, 2013 at 17:40
I think they have solar powered ones now but not much privacy at the beach. You made me smile.
February 2nd, 2013 at 22:21
Solar? Well that should save me lots of money! Batteries are EXPENSIVE
Bridgesburning Chris King
February 2nd, 2013 at 13:19
I love dust! And the little good for nothing else things that say -someone lives here!
February 2nd, 2013 at 18:03
Yes, a little junk here and there makes things alive.
Three Well Beings
February 3rd, 2013 at 01:00
Very nicely said, Carl. It is another side of your talents I enjoy very much! You dresser surface is at least quite neat…a little dust never hurts!
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