I am tired of hearing how useful and healthy Marijuana is. Inhaling smoke into your lungs is about as healthy and intelligent as using anti-depressants to depress people’s emotions. Drugs are not an answer, they are a cover-up.
I combed my fingers
through corn silk hair
and the breeze
the deep pools
as chardonnay. Continue reading
Tis the Season now and always.
WHERE WRITERS DWELL. MEMORY OR IMAGINATION, CAN THEY OR OTHERS FOR CERTAIN TELL?
EXCEPTIONAL PERSON AND WRITER!
Nannie would do it here, I think.
And probably right here.
This one could use it too.
With new clippers in hand I trimmed spent flower stems from sad looking rose bushes in the backyard. These were nothing like the ones my grandmother used to grow. When I was a child Nannie had dozens of healthy rose bushes vibrantly blooming in the yard around her farmhouse. I don’t think she had purchased a single one of them.
Some may have been given to her by friends, but most she had rooted herself. Usually people admire the gift of a flower arrangement for days until the flowers fade and are thrown away. Not Nannie. Almost upon arrival, flower arrangements of any kind and especially those containing roses were dismantled, clipped, stripped, dipped in rooting powder and plugged into her rooting bed. Some months later and voila! One more…
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