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.
Month: November 2016
Harvest Moon
Harvest Moon
I combed my fingers
through corn silk hair
picking watermelon
kisses
and the breeze
rippled
the deep pools
of liquid
flesh
intoxicating
as chardonnay. Continue reading
Illustration from Colors Talk
Christmas- a Mind & Heart matter
Tis the Season now and always.
The Drowned and the Drowning
WHERE WRITERS DWELL. MEMORY OR IMAGINATION, CAN THEY OR OTHERS FOR CERTAIN TELL?
Mother
VERY WELL WRITTEN!
Mother,
Stepped afoot a plane for the first time,
Lost count of the number of miles it took
To reach the land that seemed so much nearer on the map.
Had a daughter whose birth rooted a lineage in foreign soil.
Mother,
Packed an entire culture into her suitcase,
Lugged it across the ocean,
Only to have it opened by a daughter who lost her way
In a myriad of alien traditions and customs
That tangled like Christmas lights.
Wondered how she would teach her daughter
Tens of thousands of characters,
When her school teachers had told her everything could be expressed
With twenty six letters.
Gifted her daughter an intricate name worth an essay, and watched it be abandoned
For one that was lighter on the Western tongue.
Mother,
Mined iron to construct her daughter’s bones,
Her own arms only strong after having to lift up an entire family.
Taught…
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Nannie’s Roses
EXCEPTIONAL PERSON AND WRITER!
Nannie would do it here, I think.
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And probably right here.
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This one could use it too.
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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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