Why do we scratch our heads when we can’t figure something out?
Are we simply buying time?
Signalling that we are clueless?
Or, do we think we’ll shake our brains a bit,
and the information we are looking for will fall out?
Should I write a story with big words that pays big money? Or, should I write this story that is worth only five cents but makes sense to me?
Perched on the end of faded green roughened seesaw. Roughened by sand poured over the board. I went up and down, then suddenly stopped. Stopped in midflight by a girl child turned woman. She said, “Here I am!” with her eyes. She made the sand feel solid.
Freckles, why did you have sex with the poodle next door? Poor puppies have beagle faces and poodle hairstyles. After the love affair of the poodle, your girlfriend was that St. Bernard. When the St. Bernard jumped on the gray, roughened, falling-down fence, it shook like an earthquake. Freckles came running on all four paws…
I eat, smell, inhale, and cling to the dirt. I am gardener, feel my grit.
I was in my boxers enjoying my box turtle while eating my box lunch before the big boxing match on TV. But there was this old TV show “Let’s Make a Deal” and I wanted to know what was in box number 1. Imagine somebody took away the computers, pens and pencils. The only writing…
When the blister wants to come out, there’s no stopping it. Walk too much–the blister can come out. Use your hands a lot–the blister will come out. “Me, Blister, I will travel.” Sit down a lot and see what happens. The end.
Now, that’s a good question! I never thought of that…I think it’s a sign that I need more time to think.
I think it is our brain, waking up from its big sleep, all tingly and not sure what direction to go in! Scratching gives it the stimulation to find the answer and gives the rest of us time to recover our wits.