- December 20
- Married and in the heartland of the USA with little to say and nothing to say it with.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Choosing Sides On Open Salon
-- The Inside Scoop
May 11, 2013 04:43PM
- A Broken Friendship
May 08, 2013 06:53PM
- Bangladesh Tragedy-What Price
April 27, 2013 08:32PM
- Canned Puma
April 21, 2013 10:46AM
- It's A Mystery To Me- Liver
April 18, 2013 07:47PM
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am rather fond of
I am especially
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- “Talk about very late
here. I happened to see what
a plea on
May 12, 2013 09:24PM
- “I work for Hallmark.
We'll get right on it”
May 12, 2013 12:39PM
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You know you wanna do it!
You KNOW you do!!!!
You are just dying to choose a side on Open Salon and jump into whatever monkey frays might occur in the future! You wanna band with one group of bloggers and have all kinds of interesting dialogue with them… Read full post »
Well, I posted this on April 11th of last year, and today I got to thinking about it again. Losing this friend still hurts...but I have survived a year, feeling the hurt over and over, but also a bit less often.
Anyway, here it is again, kind of a rememberance to… Read full post »
Why would ANYONE actually eat liver and onions??
I can find no logic to it. It is not like they said..."yum...smell that!" Or "doesn't that look great???"
It stinks! It festers on my plate. It literally grows in size when I place it in my mouth.
No no no....no liver… Read full post »
I am tired of keeping score.
My job is about keeping score, and has been for 30 plus years. Are sales up? Are they down? Why? Why not more? Either we are winning, or we are losing. It is all about making money. It has been for 30 years.
At church,… Read full post »
Charcoal-filled grins emit from her eyes this night,
darkened and deep they look upon me
stone-like and cool
with touches of play in the lined squints of humor that crease her lids
Sun-blazened iris shine upon me from another direction
brilliant hazelnut… Read full post »
Recollections of my Grandma Matthews….
Grandma Matthews was pretty good about keeping a heavy glass bowl with lid on the kitchen table always stocked with tart Lemon Drops.
The Lemon Drops were crusted with sugar, and sticky enough that you spent a lot more time licking your fingers cl… Read full post »
In the world in which I was brought up, I’ve always had a fascination with the art of story-telling.
I can remember the joy I had in mid-High when I discovered in the school library a book by a writer I had never heard of by the name of… Read full post »
So we got rocked with snow too....no...not the 38" inch variety like the northeast nor the 14" inch variety of some of the midwestern states north of me.
We got something in the 9" to 11" inch range officially, and 79" inches in my driveway unofficially.
Every weather person i… Read full post »
courtesy of google images
The winds will howl and deer will push,
across the Pole this day.
Aurora gathers from skies around
to light upon the sleigh.
The magic of the season crests,
the sparks do fly about,
the steeds do paw and grind the earth,
and… Read full post »
The space heater kicked on again rumbling and buzzing,
quickly glowing angry red as it battled for a hold in the ice cold room
and gloved fingers edged closer to the fiery red hornet
seeking a warm embrace in the electric cold of being alone
Radio driven… Read full post »
One house is lit with self-generated power on the corner,
an island of civilization dropped in the center of unfolding void,
as darkness filters past the last wisps of sunlight and pours over us,
and rising angry waters grope up our legs and over our thighs.
I would tell you that Terri is an angel.
MANY would tell you that Terri is an angel. Selfless and loving and giving are just small pieces of who she is.
She would say, (and she'd be right) that she is not perfect. She would share all her faults and… Read full post »
If you walk by her and take the time to try to look into her eyes, you find that she is an expert at avoiding eye contact.
She has the ability to find that one thing around her that she can divert her attention to so that you… Read full post »
pic courtesy of the Festival Facebook page
He was dressed out in a costume of tartans and scarfs, with a scabbard and what I presumed was a fake sword. He spoke with what I am sure he thought was the accent of the times, so the/… Read full post »
In the blink of one pink cast back eye
my Tulip tumbles out of warp and brakes slower and slower yet
finding a solar orbit not all too close in to the bright yellow sun
and above the plane of the ecliptic where planets show themselves
Black abyss… Read full post »
IRON POET CHALLENGE #15 ---
Courtesy of 123RF
Dear Little Kate and my Open Salon family:
I have been trying to best you in the art of writing poetry now for 14 very special challenges. (well;…a/… Read full post »
“What does one do when they’re feeling lost?”
I looked down at my phone at this text, and read it again, slowly…carefully.
“What does one do when they’re feeling lost?”
Short; sweet; open ended when just reading the words;… but I k… Read full post »
The gathered embers glowed red at a distance
with the pulsing heat of a withered campfire
and lit the face- side of a frozen derelict
staring into the source not of warmth, but of depth
His leather face searched deep into the coal… Read full post »
There is a sad and lonely silence about her
her trembling head hanging down upon her long ago sunken chest,
and soft whispers of breathing erratic and aged
as the magazine slips slowly from her grasp to the concrete below.
Daily she sits upon her porch in a… Read full post »
Sleep comes tired to me this night
anxiously awaiting its time as the mantle clock chimes
from one to two to three in Westminster tolls;
a rhythmic sentinel marking the rounds of night passing
Non-sleep visions steal under the covers of my eyelids
smoke-hazy figures that fl… Read full post »
Tiny fingers grasp my shaking pinkie,
hold on tight as eyes peer round the room,
What does he see?
Out he spits lightly and a little burp emits.
as the whisper of a light gleams in his eyes
and his daddy shakes… Read full post »
In college sports via the NCAA, there is a punishment so severe that it is seldom used at all.
It is called by many "The Death Penalty."
There is talk right now about giving the death penality to Penn State football.
This all stims from the conviction of Jerry… Read full post »