Okay…?

June 2, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Proscenium’s Friday Follies

Delusions of Grandeur, or…?

May 12, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Body dysmorphia? For Proscenium’s Friday Follies

…and Puff!

April 28, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Read into it as you may…. For Proscenium’s Friday Follies

No Truth Here

April 20, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Friday Follies.

Would You Mind?

April 11, 2019.Reading time 1 minute.

That leaf is awfully bothersome, could you lend a hand? Nature has its moments, or perhaps it’s just me having mine, but I found these images rather funny. Even bird couples appear to have their spats. Not so funny is the amount of working I’m facing, having unloaded the RV. This is just a glimpse: […]

Friday Follies: Or Else!

March 29, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Submitted for Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

Friday Follies

March 22, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

No idea. You? For Proscenium’s Friday Follies

Friday Follies

March 8, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

Friday Follies: Extreme

March 1, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

“Haven’t had to do it yet,” the manager assured us. (For Proscenium’s Friday Follies)

Begging for a Caption

March 1, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Some photographs just beg for a caption: And this one (couldn’t resist): For Nancy Merrill’s Photo a Week Challenge: meme-worthy shots.

Where Are The Dogs?

Contemplating risk –a reunion with a former selflooking for an exit When did I become a snakerestrained?When did I become persona non grata? I slither between storiesconvince myself I can flydistraction a ruse I have big cat energyoverstepping boundariessocially adverse A faulty jeweldreaming of abundance but there’s a dragon to disarm My mother’s burden on my […]

Turning (tanka)

Mother

When I had a mothermy hair would cascadein curls of auburn perfectiona red velvet bow to accentuate the wave And I’d wear my bestnewly sewn frockwith lace at the neckand fishnet stockingsand patent Mary Janes And the girls giggling with delightwould skip hand-in-handto the school promand the boys shyly perchedagainst the back wall would wonderhow […]