We look for the unusual through our camera lens, but try too often to hide it in ourself. Yes, I know, there are people who strive for uniqueness a brand of “me” a scarf that took hours to drape just so layers of mismatched jewelry, or dramatically madeup eyes. But who wants to cultivate qualities …
That crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where — “A Crazed Girl”, William Butler Yeats Soul in division from itself… I can relate. To return to sanity and wholeness I’m digging in dirt, listening to birdsong, and walking. Ahhhh,…
The snow finally subsided enough to make the trek to my cousin A’s home to celebrate Christmas with her husband and their family today. Cousin A and one of her daughters were making cookies when I arrived. Daughter A went with a sunny-side-up, sugar cookie design. The great thing about getting together with my cousin…
As I sat getting my hair trimmed at the salon and “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer” boomed through the sound system, I thought of poor Rudolph and how no one let him join in any reindeer games…
It’s been a few days since I posted. Not that I haven’t written tons and tons, but thank God I have demonstrated some degree of self control and not publicized my sad, grieving, horrifying thoughts. A word of advice, when you lose your love, do not read poetry like this: The Summer We Almost Split…
It’s my Dad’s birthday today, the first since he passed away. We had a big birthday party for him in 2006, my sister S made t-shirts for it that we all wore. We planned the party after we first discovered that our Dad’s cancer was advanced and incurable. He survived for three more years. Mom,…
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I love the poem Maery…and the look on the chicks face is adorable, a cutie.
Oh the chick are so cute 🙂
You are a poet my friend. I love the fluffy little peepers!!! Cute!
God bless ya sweetie!!! :o)