I am alive and thriving; busy and happy.
Gypsy and I are the best of friends now and she makes me smile everyday.
My pen is still as I focus on the other “artsy” things that I do and all that other boring stuff; working, house maintenance, family stuff, my daughter’s wedding…
I hope this message finds all of you happy, healthy and filling bandwidth with beautiful words and thoughts.
Cheers All! ❤
12 May 2017
After losing Mysty several years ago, I didn’t think I’d have another pet but a chance posting caught my eye and I couldn’t stop thinking about this pretty girl’s story. She’s moved in, getting more comfortable everyday and has me talking “baby talk” pretty much 24-7. It’s eccentrically adorable but not conducive at all to poetry writing!
So, all of the things – family, home, Mr. Man and work are pretty much the same. If y’all are writing, grand and if you too are finding more to do on the 3D side of your screen, grander! If you’ve emailed, I never check it; you can reach me via comments or my real email. Take care All!
11 March 2017
This is my baby’s story. I’m so happy she found me!
Everyone deserves a chance ❤
Once again, St. Hallmark Day is almost upon us. This means it is time to assault your eyes with my traditional St. Hallmark post. The tradition began on Facebook – that keeper of all events and occasions – several years ago and continues to amuse me. So…
Y’all are my Valentine Victims! Mwa-hahahahaha!! Welcome to the Massacre!
The 2017 edition of my annual mock-a-thon must include a nod to my Valentine.
Sweet Valentine person of mine
You jostle my molecules
Cause a kerfuffle in my bustle
Because it’s Friday, because I miss Hip Hop classes, because “last night you were in my room, now my bedsheets smell like you”, because…
As if words might be too little for everything that this is and everything that you are. Easier to keep it all inside, cherished and nurtured. What it is though, this thing we are making, this phoenix rising, my head wants to give words to everything that’s in my heart and mending my soul. I sit with pen poised and lose myself in the thoughts. Thinking, thinking… kisses, such sweet kisses… like Aurora, I’m awakened, and the kiss is the first, of course it was the first, and also the now and my thoughts are spinning away. Pen forgotten, swept up in memories; I marvel at this, at how Life can in a heartbeat, give you back every cherished thing you thought wasn’t to be, couldn’t be… Puppy love, broken hearts, soul mates, lessons that needed learning, lessons yet to be learned. My self cracks open and the words all spill out, written on to your skin these cursive kisses and copperplate caresses… whispered in your ears and finally exhausted because there will never be enough to make up for those unspoken in that space in between.
Those words left over are limitless “I love you’s” and the rhyme is always your name and if I never wrote anything again except for these… I would be content with this body of work.
26 January 2017
My words may now seem more rare and few
I simply choose to share the best with you
Who else would understand the shape and sound
Of words formed in my heart a lifetime ago
Traced onto yours with tentative hope
20 January 2017
No words can possibly convey
This depth of union
This sweet abandon
This ordained reunion
Sharing every inch of our souls
06 January 2016