A Limerick for a Coward

•~• Milquetoast Pence was schooled by a Quayle Who when asked said there was no avail The votes say Trump lost Stand up to your boss Either way, he wouldn’t post your bail. •~• Treason was their choice, not a shock GOP pledged themselves to Trump stock Ignore what they say What we saw that … Continue reading A Limerick for a Coward

My “Where Were You When” Story

“The graveyard shift requires a gentle soul to soothe the sleepless to sleep or keep them company until tagging with the Morning Report team.” ~? My intention in writing this post is not to relive the horror. I have done that far too often, reading every report and watching every video. I am in hiding … Continue reading My “Where Were You When” Story

Is the Pandemic Over?

What has become of the dystopian land of zombies who bask in a clouded haze of LED lighting? How is it I can see smiles and read lips? Someone has replaced shitty ambiance music with Sam Cooke. The world is brighter. I could weep with relief as I stand in the grocery store check-out line, … Continue reading Is the Pandemic Over?

Chasing Dusk

“Do one thing every day that scares you.” ~Eleanor Roosevelt Thanks, Eleanor. If you are reading, this, you can assume I survived the night… Kill or bee killed. (Har har) My war has been with yellowjackets, not bees. Three days ago, I reached the end of my ‘how to kill yellowjacket wasps’ list. The last … Continue reading Chasing Dusk

Wasp-Nest Karma

I believe karma, the bitch, has taught me a lesson. Karma was watching me on that mild summer day, a decade ago. I sat at my window facing the street, savoring my customary morning brew. I imagine my favorite smells— inhaling deeply the robust richness of coffee, coupled with the balm of fresh-cut grass, courtesy … Continue reading Wasp-Nest Karma

Tranquility Interrupted

Claude Monet In a tranquil hamlet, a delicate kiss of warmth expressed by the solar sylph, mellowed by a temperate breeze, offers the palliative whisper of hyacinth and sweet lilies. Tiny buds of a thornless rose bush hold the promise that, with their bloom, will come an elucidation of the world’s mysteries. Claude Monet would … Continue reading Tranquility Interrupted