I offer Rage a chairinvite a conversation She rants about childhoodand neglect, powerlessnessin the face of abuse And I nod and remember,suggest she’s also feeling grief And she talks about cryingalone, no one caring, and howI don’t let her cry anymore I put up walls, I agree,and ask how I can help Stop leaving me […]
Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping ego’s holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummer’ssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Age, a rocky torbegs attitudinal shiftmore wonderthan fortitude Cyclical, actuallywisdom allottingchildish valoura dash of mellow. (For RDP’s prompt: mellow. Image my own.)
They look like crab apple. They’re not poisonous but they are rather nasty tasting
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I’m no expert, but the leaves and fruits both say “crab apple” to me.
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Must be. I really don’t know.
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Are crab apples small like berries?
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Sometimes, it depends on the time of year. My mom had small berries this year, sometimes she has larger berries. It’s very strange that they’re even popping this time of year.
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I thought so too. It’s weird weather though – much of the grass is still green, which is also unusual.
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Here, too. And the leaves fell only because we had a big wind storm. Otherwise they’s still be in full color. Maybe we’ll skip winter altogether!!
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Ok! Can we vote on that?
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I’ll make it an executive order lol
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Perfect!
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