Monthly Archives: August 2010

A Special Thanks for Visiting

Hey check out the beautiful awards Jingle has passed on to me on my Thursday Poets Rally Awards page!

She has also been so marvelous as to pass these friendship awards on to me. So as a thank you for visiting, I would like to pass these on to anyone who has commented or who comments on my blog. You make this so fun :). Display them proudly!


More Friendship Awards

Hoiden has been so lovely to pass these on to me, as well as the award in the Friendship Awards post. Thanks very much. This is so great!

Most Creative Blogger Award

A special thanks to tasithoughts for this award. It is greatly appreciated.

Friendship Award

Thanks to Olivia, hoiden, and tasithoughts for this friendship award. I am honored.

I would like to pass the above award and the two below on to the following poets:
Keshav Ram Narla
Liliana Negoi

You all do a great job!

Butterfly Award

Thanks so much Jingle and Christine for this lovely butterfly award. And an added thanks to Olivia for also passing this along to me today. What a nice birthday present!

I’d like to pass this on to the following folks for the great work they do:
Luke Prater
Jessica Japes

The Spy in Pink

I work as an editor and writer. This is a dream come true. For years I have been running around correcting people and getting in trouble for it. No one, seems to, appreciate, the proper use, of commas. But now they pay me to correct folks! It’s marvelous! Who could ask for more?

The company that pays me to use my little red pen with wanton abandon is in a secured facility. No visitors are allowed in without an appointment and an escort, I mean someone walking them through the building, not a woman for hire and pleasure, although that may be allowed under certain circumstances. This week, there was a security breach (cue in dramatic music). Very exciting.

I learned about it as I was sitting down at my desk to eat my lunch. I was a bit peeved because my soup blew up in the microwave (damn those infernal machines!) and I got soup on the sleeve of my pink sweater, one of my favorites that I bought at Zara in Mexico City. So before I could eat, I had to run over to the sink area on my floor and wash up.

As I was rinsing the soup off my sleeve, one of the vice presidents exited the restroom. He looked at me, but didn’t say anything. It’s a very small company, so I wasn’t going to be rude, and I said hello to him. He said hello back and went on his way. I returned to my desk to eat my lunch while I worked.

A few minutes later, at precisely the moment I was shoving a spoonful of soup in my mouth (timing is everything), the VP walks quickly past my door, then walks quickly backwards and looks at me. The CEO’s assistant was right behind him in the hallway and he almost backed into her. I swallowed my soup.

“Did you change your hair or something?” He asked.

“I’m wearing my contacts today,” I replied, confused.

“I didn’t recognize you! I thought you were a customer running around.”

I laughed, “That’s why you didn’t say hi to me?”

“Yes, you look different.”

“Well I did part my hair to the right instead of the left.”

“I have people running around looking for a woman in a pink sweater.”

I laughed, “Really? I didn’t think I looked that different.”

“Oh my gosh. I can’t believe it. I really thought you were an unattended customer. We called the front desk to see if there were visitors today and everything and they told us there weren’t.”

The CEO’s assistant was laughing in the hallway, and calling off the search. They had found the corporate spy munching on bread and eating soup in her office. I was laughing so hard I was almost crying. The VP just looked embarrassed.

I think I better go and find that VP when my new eyeglasses come in next week. They look completely different from the ones I have been wearing, and I just want to make sure he knows it’s just me. Come to think of it, maybe I’ll recommend my optometrist so the VP can get a new pair of glasses too.

©2010 frayedges and

Third Time’s a Charm

Tick tock
Happy birthday to me.
A dinner to celebrate
interrupted by gunmen
spent on the floor
huddled under a table.
Caught in a drug war
no more
I flee for better places.
Months without work,
without home
leave me defeated.

Tick tock
Happy birthday to me.
New jobs and
expectations of progress
and peace and success
shattered by
the discovery of a lump
so little
you wonder how it can have
such an impact.

Tick tock
Happy birthday to me.
I hesitate to celebrate.
Third time’s a charm.
I can’t dare to trust
that this time
it will be
a happy birthday
for me.

©2010 frayedges and

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