It is on occasion, after a day of drenching rain, they come out to play. Rain is music to their earthly souls, a primitive reminder of the percussion of sex, the need to partner-up and get down to some serious love making in the wet grass and dirt as lightning bugs and stars ramp up to flicker.
In the Amish Country, night crawlers are not neighborhood hoodlums. They don’t hang around on street-corners at two o’clock in the morning smoking pot. They aren’t out dealing Meth or accosting senior citizens for some meager amount of cash to buy a hit of crack cocaine. Continue reading
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With a storm front moving in the wind has begun to whip the trees and move the clouds along at a clipper ship clip. Cumulous clouds are billowing full sail in the blustery sky.
As I watch the display of clouds colliding, raptors appear and begin to play. Continue reading
Today my guest artist is Rachel Hutcheson, aka blacksheeprebelgirl joining us from Nashville, Tennessee. Her website is blacksheeprebelgirl.com She can be found on Facebook and Instagram under the same moniker. Here poetry is unique and sparkling with wit. I am happy to share some of her sparkle here today. Enjoy! Continue reading
In the attempt
but the eraser
and its crumbs.
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®