WOW! one whole month has absolutely flown bywriters supporting writers with every simple reply. Brought together by the crew at Two Writing Teacherswe found community, support, writing our features. Each day brought inspiration and sometimes partial stress but I published, supported, and felt some success. I personally loved the connections I madereading their words curedContinue reading “03/31/22 Reflection”
“Dandelion Puffs” Beautiful weed grows like yellow rays of sunshine vanishing to clouds “Early April Morning” Building nests of mud sparrows chriping in their homes drinking drops of dew “Ontario” water lapping shores of gray beaches; cries from gulls dancing in the waves “Blanets of Clouds” muted gray clouds blow across the sky, smothering lifeContinue reading “03/30/22 Snippets”
December. the sound of a snowplow at 5:33am holding breath; waiting for the phone to ring sneaking a peek out the blinds praying for mountains of snow March. the sound of a snowplow at 5:33am holding breath; forcing the jaw to unclench practicing slow breaths while closing the blinds praying the wind dies down enoughContinue reading “03/28/22 – March Snow”
I grabbed the plastic gallon of milk out of the fridge jovial and animated, swooping around gathering the mug and Milano cookies. My hands still warm from doing the dishes when the milk sloshed up through the hollow handle of the carton. The cold on my palm stopped me. I looked at my hand, startledContinue reading “03/27/2022 – Milk Sloshing”
My house my rules… – my mother so much resentment stems from this, but spiteful actions have made me more independent. I purchased my first car at 18 after being told the variation, “my keys my rules.” Fine. I will buy my own car and your rules can kiss my a$$. Enough blue in theContinue reading “03/23/22 I was raised on…”
Can you imagine chartering a yacht only to have the hydraulics and bow thrusters quit? Yeah. I can’t either.
Bare limbs move slow with thelight wind.Sky clear, yet glacial.The trampoline’s net undulatingthe dogs have dug another holethe mud mounded by its entrance.
What do you do with a 70* day? Do you stay inside and do the dishes?Or do you open the doors and blow dandelion wishes? Do you fold all the laundry that is baskets and piles?Or do you walk through the field, the woods, for miles and miles? Do you make the beds and scornContinue reading “03/18/22 – 70* Days”
Before Ralphie started school, we didn’t know to create traps of green and gold, hot glue and coins. We didn’t know there was a little mischievous leprechaun that would find his way into our home to spread gold confetti everywhere or that he would pee in our toilet and not flush. But now that RalphieContinue reading “03/17/22 – St. Patrick’s Day”
Morning walks through wet grass toward the mulch piles and muddy trails probably wouldn’t happen if you weren’t in my life. Alert yet unaware, not sure which path to choose, which path will lead to scents and trails of new experiences. I blissfully yet blindly follow you. A Paragon of adolescence, always bounding and pouncing,Continue reading “03/16/22 – Maple Florence, My Love”