Grandma’s Way

by | Jul 1, 2017 | Poetry

I saw her on the way back home from work. Everyday. Just walkin’ by didn’t make me anyone special, but I wondered about her after a time. Sometimes she would look at her arm, or perhaps it was her wrist. Sometimes she was sippin’ something. Coffee,...

An Almost Hilarious Christmas Haunting

by | Dec 23, 2016 | Poetry

My sassy little sedan is out of commission for a bit, but everyone walked away. Everyone involved had a derivative of one of my brother’s names. One was named Andrew. Another was named Michael, and Andrew’s father was named Rich (that’s too close to...
Consider the Dragonfly

Consider the Dragonfly

by | Jan 1, 2016 | Poetry

Happy New Year!  In lieu of a Saturday Post, here is a New Years promise, kept and keeping. You rarely hear dragonflies Coming or going Resting or moving Not unless they are very close Intimately close Their song Scary as the portents of a new year a new choice a new...

Off the Grid

by | Sep 19, 2015 | Uncategorized

From the island paradise – a Saturday Post!For TabbyIt takes work – real workTo live in peaceIt takes pushing and pullingTugging and taggingLearningTo be healthyFrom tent to mansionFrom pipe to rainIt takes work – real workTo be freeI find myself in...

Happy Birthday Bro

by | Jun 27, 2015 | Uncategorized

In lieu of your Saturday Post – here is a post for Andrew:I heard in an audio book (Proverbs for the People) that there is a traditional calling for one member of the generation to be the griot – historian of that generation (as I am female – I would be the...