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Springtime Walks with Molly

The neighborhood is magical this time of year. Dogwoods, azaleas, and knockout roses are adding splashes of color to an otherwise green world. The photos are from my own yard. I love walking Molly and seeing what’s new… for the most part. Faeries jump, prance, and singon flowering shrubs to welcome spring.Trees sparkle with pixie … Continue reading

Grieving

Last Monday two people were struck and killed by a train here in town as they walked down the tracks. According to surveillance video, neither attempted to move out of the way despite the train’s repeated warning signals. Those two have been on my mind all week, so I decided to write about them. This … Continue reading

Sunday Morning in My Town

It’s springtime in the South, and the trees are covered with tiny leaf buds, the daffodils are merrily prancing in the breeze and love is in the air! Well, kinda. The one thing I’ve noticed about this place since I moved back – and especially since I’m no longer burdened with depression – is that … Continue reading

The Law of Conservation of Mass

This is for you. You know who you are. The Law of Conservation of Mass Air is matter. And it mattered when you and I lay together that your hot breath shocked my nerve endings and your soft lips rendered me defenseless as you took me to that sacred space and sacrificed me to the … Continue reading

Dance Partner

This is the first poem I’ve written in awhile. I was thinking about how I’d like to meet a guy to just have some fun with and how impossible a task that seems in the area where I live in this Age of Trump. I know. I said I’d give up. But the heart knows … Continue reading

The Freckle Song

Hissy Fit Jones has written a song called “The Freckle Song.” You can sing along to the tune of “If You’re Happy and You Know It.” OK everyone, sing along… or don’t. Hissy doesn’t care either way. I got freckles in my ears, in my ears. I got freckles in my ears, in my ears. … Continue reading

The Meeting in Conference Room 12A

Not exactly holiday-related, but this poem came to me after watching a group meet in a nearby conference room. . The Meeting in Conference Room 12-A   “Get the door please, Mabel.”   As she maneuvers the maze of swivel chairs to the conference room door, suits talk work, kids, and sports. The meeting begins. … Continue reading

Debuting a New Holiday Song!

  I confess: I LOVE Christmas music! Serious. Secular. Funny. I love ’em all. This is one of my faves.   I also love writing poetry, especially in the form of song parody. Today I had some free time, and this happened. Enjoy. Or laugh. Just don’t blow snot on my computer. . Graybie Baby … Continue reading

A Few Limericks for your Reading Pleasure

I got notice this week of my 5 year blogging anniversary. Wow! Has it really been that long? How about we celebrate with a new round of limericks?    A futball showed up here one day. I looked for its home right away. I put up a sign That said it’s not mine But it’s … Continue reading

There’s a Mouse in the House!

There’s a mouse in the house! From where? I don’t care. The evidence of his arrogance: Footfalls on the ceiling, A shelf containing tiny poo. What’s a woman to do? I worry not if mice are here. My cat reports he enjoys the sport. Cabinet doors are found ajar as he hunts the little runts. A mouse … Continue reading

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