Puzzle: Tobermory

A lovely puzzle of the port of Tobermory, a town on the Isle of Mull in Scotland. It is a Gibsons, 1000 piece puzzle. On Thursday, we had a few inches of ice and the apartment maintenance weren't very diligent in clearing the sidewalks so I was stuck inside for a few days and worked on this. Each piece was a delight.

Poem: Crush by Ada Limón

I haven't really been keeping up with my New Year's resolution to read a poem a day. I haven't found a good time of day to set aside/remember to do it. But this was an interesting (and unusual for me, modern) poem from a link from a post by jesse_the_k on a list of works related to kink.

Crush by Ada Limón

Maybe my limbs are made
mostly for decoration,
like the way I feel about
persimmons. You can’t
really eat them. Or you
wouldn’t want to. If you grab
the soft skin with your fist
it somehow feels funny,
like you’ve been here
before and uncomfortable,
too, like you’d rather
squish it between your teeth
impatiently, before spitting
the soft parts back up
to linger on the tongue like
burnt sugar or guilt.
For starters, it was all
an accident, you cut
the right branch
and a sort of light
woke up underneath,
and the inedible fruit
grew dark and needy.
Think crucial hanging.
Think crayon orange.
There is one low, leaning
heart-shaped globe left
and dearest, can you
tell, I am trying
to love you less.