assuming another identity I walked from my office desk to Atlanta’s tree-lined streets in every kind of weather escaping is why I relished my private detective work An old photo from my years of detective work. My position was … Continue reading
meditating on the front porch late afternoon sun, bathing all of me I’m mindful of sounds in and around me to my left just off the porch the soft rattling of a bird’s call the comfy purr of a black … Continue reading
she listens properly to herself she breathes deeply and digs deep into years of dull memories she bears witness to her own earth spirit and to sacred writing her reverent acts of a re-creation of self Wordling again. Writing with … Continue reading
under pecan tree nourishment offered wildlife a bowl of water I hope bees, fig wasp, rabbits, squirrels, birds, and cats visit the water bowl during these hot Georgia days. Doing my part to keep us all hydrated on my little piece of … Continue reading
I kept you because Black cats are least adopted My onyx of love
eleven years, gone still think of you when I see purple hydrangea My late husband planted almost all the shrubs in my yard. I think of him with deep gratitude when they bloom.
my unripe ideas promises of future joy like still green berries Photo of green blueberries in my backyard. I’m looking forward to future harvests of berries and ideas.
her boat traversed the channel and aligned with the sand her plan was to inject her confession treat them to a torrid tale she stepped ashore, checked her sect dress and walked to the sanctuary _______________________________________________ Writing again this rainy … Continue reading
she thought she heard his old truck drive over the hill and park certain now because her shy, devil cat growled, slow and low she turned the light switch on and off snatched her cloth bundle of bread, strips of … Continue reading