Meanwhile, the water heater silently and secretly begins to drip, drip, drip onto the garage floor, eating away a corner of my wallet which allows vast amounts of money to drip, drip, drip into the waiting hands of a water … Continue reading
From Auburn, Dan, Wilson and Scarlet to our friends at DancingBirds — may you be ever blessed with thankfulness and filled with thoughts that always lift you higher. Today … and always. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone Auburn
You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm. ~Colette Writers. We blurt and bloop and blather on about this and that. Sometimes even, after years of practice and millions of writing belly flops into very very cold water, … Continue reading
Okay, here’s the truth. I’m a dog. Yes. Yes. How could anyone think anything less of me? I’m an animal. Okay? But party animal? Please. I’m sure it’s all a mistake. It can’t have anything to do with that ridiculous … Continue reading
A Tiny Garden See what I’ve done with my fingers, my hands, with the sun. I selected you. Stood your legs deep inside dark and loamy smells, unfurled your petals into the breeze. You answered with your bodies, swelling into … Continue reading
It happened over the course of two days. Sunday and Monday. I suppose it could have been any other two days of the week. Tuesday and Wednesday. Friday and Saturday. It really doesn’t matter which days. It only matters that … Continue reading
This ain’t a song for the brokenhearted No silent prayer for the faith departed And I ain’t gonna be just a face in the crowd You’re gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud It’s my life It’s … Continue reading
I’m going to miss all my little ladies. For each lady hair that falls from my head, she leaves a frightening space where no hair dares take her place. There, there and there. She’s gone, never to return. I see … Continue reading
My ears wake me. Or maybe it’s the stars. At 1:34 a.m. — always 1:34 a.m. — like some kind of Twilight Zone moment. I guess my ears collude with stars that twist across the sky, wanting me to notice … Continue reading
Among a certain group, cage fighting is all the rage. The gorier, the better. The cagier, the better. Not so much here at the Bloggybirdery. We enjoy our no-drama days, our gentle nights of mostly PG-fare television. It helps us … Continue reading