early-mid 1960s: (Clockwise from top left) Aunt May, Ma, Aunt Nita, and Aunt Mamie The names and dates run together, eventually. Is it shameful in shunning weather? Yep, probably. Luckily, I do recall, a dark and lovely tale not tall – four sisters hunting for better, in harmony. In low and smoky […]Read more "– my black history –"
1989 – Me with Dad and Ma in (somewhat) happier times. What a state of affairs I’m in, far from the road to ruin, yet surviving on stalled travels, like I know what I’m doin’. The child in me cannot agree… with the sun and the moon of my being. What blurred pictures am I […]Read more "– mother and father –"
Wallflowers nowadays, with ev’ry timid gaze, will sometimes misbehave, when the right beat comes along. I notice ‘round the floor, (all the) cool kids try to score, (then you) walk right through the door – and suddenly I find the right song. Never truly ask for much… but I got the strangest hunch… you […]Read more "– would you like to dance? –"
If you have any money to help out this fellow blogger, then why not?Read more "Please help no amount is too small…"
Cupid has flown away, but doubt’s still out to play, leav’n rose petals around, smashed choc’lates on the ground. A treat I just can’t eat… a card too bittersweet, but when the redness fades… once more – a simple day. A single simpleton I… am now; I can’t… stand how I know better, yet […]Read more "– all about the hype –"
Every day I send the orphans a political message. I say, Friends, you may be trying, but you are not trying hard enough– the ceiling is steadily lowering itself and one day we will return home with our bags of frozen vegetables to find ourselves utterly crushed. At least we are living in ingenious times. […]Read more "‘STEP INTO MY WIGWAM’ by Heather Christie"
Shoveling soft snow, hammering hard hail and ice, back-breaking business. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– haiku # 63 –"