Thanks… giving 11.28.13

The following post came from the Monday Morning Memo for 11/25/13. I thought I’d share it with you for Thanksgiving.Of course, I’ve Tiffanyzed the turkey out of it.mondaymorningmemo.com/page/beaglethanksgiving2013Here’s your assignment, if...

Friday Prose 11.22.2013

The Prompt IsSometimes you have to wait for someone to give you a PING to write about.Sometimes you have to chase it down crowded streets during Christmas shopping season full of angry consumers seeking to feed on that last shiny item that helps them assign value to...

Friday’s Poem 11.15.13

UntitledOur cocoons areOpening upLots of thingsGiftsLossesChangesLike wings unfurlingStrengthened through pressureSlow cracksBits of light and airFiltering through mucusChange is wet sometimesStickySmells funnyUnprettyNot always for public consumptionDespite being in...

Friday 11.1.13 – Percolating

I am still here. I am just not, here right now. I am molting right now, and my wings are still wet…© Barndog Photography 2009Sometimes this is a good thing to admit. Sometimes it is not.While there is poetry in me wanting (begging, nay aching) to...

Friday Poetry 5.17.13

CycleI am not sure what is happening…  Could I be giving birth or something?Or maybe I am just awakening myselfAwakening to myself?The sleeping dragon everyone seems to seeBut meI am thisI love this This meBut I am only barely aware of how toBe this...