Maybe I am not crazy, maybe I am just being honest with my subconscious, that pitiless vixen.
It’s just a Christmas tree, just some goofy colorful ornaments stockings on hooks Santas on stands These tall doors don’t accommodate wreaths Just a couple sparkly outdoor ornaments Just a little printed message carved out and painted silver Just a sparkly J and an O and a Y to greet the oh-so-occasional visitors But itContinue reading “Joy at the door”
It’s just all so repetitive, all so sickening, all so backwards. Hate is always propaganda and propaganda is always hate, and power corrupts absolutely.
…tell the story of something beautiful, something heartwarming, some act of kindness that you witnessed today. It seems especially hard this year, 2020, a time filled with curses and lies…
These new pets that live in our backyard and sometimes in my office – they’re photobombing my Zoom Room, and we all love it. Offices in stalwart buildings would never allow that. The Gingers play in a Quarantine Quarry, jumping from rock precipices, allowing themselves to be momentarily captured for snuggles. Something carried in myContinue reading “Quarantine Quarry”
My Aunt Mary and Dolly Parton had something in common; they never left home without their “war paint” on. Pond’s cold cream and Oil of Olay – goop on, goop off. Gluing on false eyelashes and curling the ones she had, applying foundations, powder for the shiny spots, rouge to add color to the cheeks she justContinue reading “Aunt Mary’s Mask”
My mother in this place rests in the dabs and strokes of her Three Volcano painting. Rescued from oblivion and an evil stepfather who tried to drown the very idea of her. I cleaned it with moistened cotton swabs, gently washing tobacco smoke and dust decades old. My mother in this place drips red andContinue reading “My mother in this place”