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Galaxy and Stone
I am a galaxy, I am a stone. I am a truth lying in bone. My emotions run wild, I am colder than ice. My big-hearted angel has paid a great price watching me stumble and helping me fly. The … Continue reading
Goodreads Review: Andra Watkins’ new memoir
Not Without My Father: One Woman’s 444-Mile Walk of the Natchez Trace by Andra Watkins My rating: 5 of 5 stars “Not Without My Father” is ambitious adventure memoir. It is funny, poignant, agonizing, raunchy, and delightfully “out there.” Andra … Continue reading
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Haiku–Inside Day
Rain constantly swirls rolling wet, in from the beach; inside is just fine. The fire warms us: the dog sleeps before the stove. Home is a haven. (beach: pmansbach.com; woodstove: desertcanyonliving.blogspot.com)
Posted in Beach, Dog, family, Haiku, Oregon, Poem
Tagged coast life, dogs, Oregon coast, rain, weather
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Penis Ponder
“The problem with men is they were raised by women.” ~Virgie Wicks (1923 – 2000) Our mothers made it up as we went along early on: they loved us, hugged up, scrubbed us, taught us our little appendage was a … Continue reading
Haiku–Last Leg
Last leg underway; the roar is on the outside; both my ears are full. (top: postadvertising.com; bottom: seatmaestro.com)
Dementia by Stephanie Bryant Anderson
Originally posted on The Blue Hour:
By the bed in a cup the waiting water grows tepid, the medicine sleeping ??????????in me like a watchdog. The air inside the room, cold & artificial. Unable to warm, I feast on stars,…
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Haiku–Fourth Floor
Seventy-two steps: easy in the morning light, steeper in the night. (top: mexicantiles.com; bottom: bridgesandballoons.com)
The Eye
The ocean riles up with the wind, angry and insistent, throwing wave upon wave against walls and stairs, stealing sand to hurl high and heavy atop everything we built and all that we did not. Roofs and thatch scatter, chaff with the … Continue reading
Haiku–Rum and She
Rum is a sweet sip. My companion is sweetness. I am so lucky.
Haiku–Plumby Dummy
Plumbing is my bane: water seeks its own level, just out of my reach.
Posted in Haiku, Home, Poem, Uncategorized, Work
Tagged humor, maintenance, plumbing
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Narble Furt Lives 