Chapter Eighteen I couldn’t help it. That night, as I sat with Marvie Saunders’ book of poetry in my hands, I couldn’t get Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven from intruding into my thoughts. It was not a pleasant feeling. Maybe it was because Patricia Simms had mentioned Marvie’s admiration for that troubled poet; maybe […]
Apr 20, 2020
Waxing Poetic
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Spring is actually here! Hopefully, there’ll be no more freezes. It makes a person absolutely giddy and feel like grabbing a pencil and waxing poetic! Do you have a springtime poem you’d like to share? Awakening Springtime’s breath is in the breezes Stirring blossoms as it teases Roses into sharing their perfume. Gently warming, softly […]
Apr 2, 2020
My Presidential Candidate
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I have a new presidential candidate. He’s perfect for the job. His name is Jackson Conner. The first, most obvious thing you would notice about the man is that he looks Presidential. His physical appearance inspires confidence and enthusiasm. He is tall enough but not too tall. He has kept his good physique although […]
Mar 28, 2020
Soggy Saturday Thoughts
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I look out of my window on the world (my own particular little corner) and see rain dimming the morning. Thunder booms, Nemo cringes, putting his paws on my leg, looking at me with questioning eyes. Sometimes a thunder shirt and soft jazz just don’t help all that much. I tell him that he’s fine, […]
Mar 24, 2020
More Than What It Appears
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My dining table is traveling incognito. Sure, it looks like what it is–a wood table that has seen a lot of use, but it’s actually more than it appears to be. My mother bought the table years ago after she saw it sitting on someone’s front porch. She stopped and asked if it was for […]
Mar 20, 2020
Some Turn to Writing
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In this enforced alone time, some of us turn to writing. I highly recommend it. If you aren’t a writer, you can become one! You really need to keep an account of your daily activities because, guess what? This won’t last. There’s light at the end of the tunnel. Last spring, I’d never have […]
