Dawn breathes an invitation and Rumi’s words taunt me: Do not go back to sleep. I am loathe to greet the day – not that I despise its arrival, rather that waking has become laborious since the onset of chronic illness. Daughter of a military man, I am conditioned to rise before the sun, have […]
Does the moon envysun’s glorified reign –(gender inferred) Sons were sunin my family,we women lunar Father straddledthe two – a secretwe fought to suppress Fluidity of pronounsnon-existantin formative years. (Image my own)
I feel deeply honoured to be part of September’s issue of Tangled Locks Journal. Thank you to Teresa Berkowitz for accepting my poem, “Feline”. Please visit me there, and take a moment to peruse all the writing: you won’t be disappointed. Tangled Locks Journal is published quarterly. Information for how to get involved is available […]
“Who you lookin’ at?” Love the angle.
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Just some turkey. Thanks.
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How far up off the ground is he?
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He’s quite far up. He kept climbing and the crows were going nuts.
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BTW. Tried to visit your site, but got a message that your site isn’t active.
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Gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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Thank you!
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I’ve never seen them in a tree like this. Great capture.
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I never have either. Thanks.
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The turkey in the tree was a surprise!
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For me too, lol.
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Nice capture on film!!
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Thanks Keith! The crows alerted me.
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