Gold Rush by Michele Lee The buzz has begun like bees scouting for nectar no golden honey will be forthcoming it is breathtaking beauty these scouts are after wildflower enthusiasts are exploring the trails and dancing in fields decorated with colorful petals placed there, not by human hands, but by birds and the wind ******* …
Continue reading There’s gold in them thar hills! (photos & audio poems)
Come to me with a full thimble or a leaking pail, either will do How you arrive is less important than what transpires between me and you Under armor, dull I see your potential Your tarnished shield will shine and your edges, once blunt, will now delicately slice through limiting beliefs and life's limitless nonsense …
Their hands are little for only a little while Hold them finger paint with them play jacks with them Teach them how to hold a kite rope and how to jump rope Let them hold worms and ladybugs and pick clovers Show by example that hands are a heart’s messenger with endless ways to create …
I am trying to not cry on his letters and war artifacts, but my tears I can’t hold back. I’ve returned to a project I started before beginning my blog – reading my grandfather’s WWII letters. Inspired to do so after publishing my post, “My Last Stamp,” which has put me on a one-letter-a-week writing …
Two nights in a row, a quick-paced scratching followed by a high-pitched scream was folded into her dreams. Morphing its purpose into fantastical scenes. Scratch, scream. Scratch, scream. Barely detectable or ear piercing – each time the same pattern: scratch, scream, scratch, scream. What does it mean? On the third night the dream escaped her …
You are always there for me; when life gets too heavy, and the burdens too much It is you I can turn to It is you who restores, wholly It is you, I will return to Mother Earth my healer ******** Additional photos added since first published (February 18, 2023). Enjoy the groovy sounds …
I didn’t think I cared. I resisted my daughter’s request for several years. A few months ago, I caved. I finally agreed to spit in a cup and offer my DNA up. For my daughter. For my misfit feelings about my desert dwellings. For curiosity’s sake. For research. For what it’s worth. The findings were …
I will encourage you to fly and cheer you on when you choose to soar. I will ask the changing winds to grant you gentle favors. When you need a companion, I will spread my wings and fly with you. When your wings grow weary and need a rest, I will be your soft landing. …
She had enough of his relentless demands; one deal barely closed before he expected more. She needed a break, she needed to breathe. He said he’d return quickly with the next sales lead. She quietly told him to “Fuck off,” then she slammed through a side door. Modern metal smacking historical brick. The building exhaled …
“Ms. S, please keep a close eye on Daniel, he suffered a concussion in last week’s game. His assignments will need to be modified and if he starts to act strange, call me.” “Ms. S, just letting you know Aaron will be a few minutes late for class. He tore his ACL in last week’s …
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