A Pirate’s Pillar Buoy

I bob in the briny deep, a pillar buoy, lighted, a beacon meant ta guide souls in ships ta careen from the black abyss. “Ahoy, safe water lies ahead!” I’d say if I could speak. Me presence alone is me voice. I ’s thar hope. ‘Twere such as this tussle started. If ye were payin … Continue reading A Pirate’s Pillar Buoy

New Year, New Beginnings, Again

Woo-hoo, Happy New Year! It must be so exciting for those of you with resolutions, (unless you’ve already broken them.) You have my giddy support, and my cynical eye-roll. I don’t partake in that tradition; I make lists. I am a bitter woman with a to-do-list that will always be written with an ostrich plume … Continue reading New Year, New Beginnings, Again

Life Advice From an Unqualified Source (Me)

Psychology Today pops up on my phone regularly. The titles draw me in, the same way California middle schoolers are drawn to the Kardashians. (I am proud to say I’ve never seen a single episode.) I sometimes enjoy the Psych articles. Nothing is perfect. The primary dissatisfaction garnered, for me, is that after I’ve seen … Continue reading Life Advice From an Unqualified Source (Me)

Writing Under the Influence

I’m back! My back! I received a comment on my most recent post that made my week, and made me cry. I have been off the radar since my back surgery because, as I said in my reply to the above comment by Spitball Fury, Ernesto Hemingway’s most sage advice to writers was: “write drunk; … Continue reading Writing Under the Influence

Solitude

Nighthawks~ Edward Hopper Doomed to solitude by my imagination The idea of you Is so far beyond what is possible For any human being Which is why I leave you there With him While I remain here And watch The person I imagine you to be But whom I know does not exist ~~•~~ I’ve … Continue reading Solitude

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