Questions

How can we go up, while the movement outside the window is going down? Dad and Ma and us four(at the time) kids had lugged the heavy suitcases through the snow, to our new home. We pushed through the heavy green outside door,. Ma pushed a gold button on the lobby...

Over the Rainbow

Over the Rainbow My friend said to write a piece titled ‘Over the Rainbow’.My mind enclosed those words like a Venus Fly Trap and that was almost end of story. I bristled when first seeing her words. Don’t know why. Maybe this! Rainbows were once...

Talking out loud.

Ducks say quack quack quack.Dogs say woof woof woof.We go yack yack yack.Is there a difference? Ducks and Dogs can relatewith each and every mate.We study books and the lawand still can’t communicate. When ducks and dogs get crossthey duke it out to be boss.Yet,...

The Last Bookstore

I hope fully that it’s not the last, because ‘last’ has been crossing my mind a lot these days. A lot compared to what/when?When the d words (demise, destruct, delete) hover,like gulls above the ferry, waiting for a tasty morsel. Scene...

alone.

The dog,my friendKaia died. With no lovefor an otherfilling in, my dayswither,Quietly. f205

Reggie, me and Kaia

I was 4 paragraphs into writing this note.My fingers reacted quicker than this mind,and deleted the recorded thoughts.(Guess I needed to start anew.)So here we go again. Reggie, me and Kaia.Reggie was the first canine. A Miniature SchnauzerBuddha companion. The...

What am I capable of?

What am I capable of? I didn’t know I was capable of being more at home with dogs than with people. For about 20 years I lived with canines, exclusively. Exclusively with people after Vietnam (hmmm . . . had to open some dusty folders), six or 7 years. I...

Netflix. Woodstock.

Netflix. Woodstock. just watched Netflix, Woodstock.Got emotional. Tears rolling freelyto below my lips. It talks about free love. I missed all that free love.I got back in ’68, 1 year afterI left, minus a few days. Going to Woodstock was a dreamon my...

Word Ramble

Just start writing and follow where it leads.Don’t be afraid(fully or even kind of), to fall beneath the surface. Actually, just feelLove is the menu,inclusive of all life. Fear pops in and out like batteries, loose. Power on. Power off.The In-between...

one about Kaia.

mind is a crock of storiesgalore. Shocking. Loving. bales of covered hay for her outdoor dog house. a bed, covered on the deck,two in the house plus mine when she could jump up,twirl, flop, and snore up a storm. f203

I feel . . .

I feel . . .I feel lifeI feel loss don’t know deathso can’t feel ittoday I saw bright flowers,picked blue berries,(a mixing bowl full) visited my VA doctorordered a creamy breve,served by a sensuous woman. walked around the gardenate a few cherry...