the monochrome frog
Is it a picture, Within a picture, again? And, does it matter? In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Monochromatic.” Continue reading the monochrome frog
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Looking At It Another Way
They call me Euston, and what you see today was not alway so. I have been many things, been raped, abandoned, and abused. Although it has been decades, I know some wounds will never heal; remnants of my garbage pit days of yore. ~ ••• ~ I first met Euston in the 90’s, back when I was married. It was all in the open, and … Continue reading Looking At It Another Way
Did I Mention A Bat Once Pooped On My Head?
Thursday morn, 3 AM, whip the covers aside, leap out of bed, to something chirping/squealing under those covers. I am hiding behind the bathroom door, and I am not awake enough yet to know why. Or what. Or if I am awake. This portion is still a blur. No word of a lie Mom, something, that sounds an awful lot like a bat, was trapped … Continue reading Did I Mention A Bat Once Pooped On My Head?
Childish Things | VIVID
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Vivid.” Continue reading Childish Things | VIVID
Haiku | Intricate
swaying in the breeze their golden tresses weeping mesmerizing me …more “Intricate.” Continue reading Haiku | Intricate
Life Blurred
…more blur Continue reading Life Blurred
The Butterfly Effect
So Mom… I’m having one of those days. Heck, truth be told it’s just been one of dem weeks. Between this and that of daily life, anniversaries, schedule changes, life changes, weather, ugh… I’m a weary soul. So I’ve found myself holed up here within my abode obsessed this week with a PBS series on African-American genealogies…it’s so very intriguing. I hear these stories, and I see … Continue reading The Butterfly Effect
Doggone Adventures
Tis been a year now since Irish and I gained our independence. I’ve taken her to all my old haunts. All the meadows and forest trails I once knew intimately, and matured parks I scarcely recognize now. Our adventures have meandered, as we stopped to admire and take in that which surrounds us, each in our own way. We are becoming a team, her and I, … Continue reading Doggone Adventures
Music In A Pasture
I had been here before, a long time ago… and within those woods we had played, and drank water from a spring. In those fields my Great Grandfather had plowed, and worked the land, and I imagine as well my Grandmother and her brother and sisters must have played in those same woods that formed the backdrop for the stage. And just over the horizon … Continue reading Music In A Pasture
Beauty In A Plastic Age
As a teenager I gobbed on the warpaint just like all the other ’80’s girls. Big kohl rings around the eyes, piss holes in the snow is how my Mom referred to this look. Over the years, as the lines around my eyes appeared, and the deep crease that defines my cheeks grew more pronounced, I struggled with how to hide the evidence of my … Continue reading Beauty In A Plastic Age
Three Homes, Three Years
As I go about my day-off morning routine, I am awash with the joy of being home. Heck, I’m awash with the joy of actually HAVING a home. Off in the distance I can hear the train whistle, as I finish my morning coffee, and wonder how I’m going to spend the day. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I’ve ever been … Continue reading Three Homes, Three Years
The Bum and I
We are back in the winter of 2000, and as I was leaving work, this old, stinky man latched onto my arm, saying “I think I’m having a heart attack“. And I go REALLY, well sir, you’ve attached yourself to the wrong lass. I’m sorry, yeah right. He was halfway to China and back drunk and more than likely having a panic attack. Whatever it … Continue reading The Bum and I
Capturing Joy
The WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE prompt is to present a photo of JOY. Alas, I could not pick just one as I was cruising through my collection, since I discovered that I had quite a few photos that to me express joy. Here are a few of my favourites. …nothing wonderful lasted forever. Joy was as fleeting as a shooting star that crossed the evening sky, … Continue reading Capturing Joy
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