Don't look, I said, it's nothing important.
Lemme tell you first about the tragedy of my Leg o Lamb, which is filled with fat. I was about to carry my bowl into the living room. It had a soup spoon in it. As I started to walk - I've been wearing PJs all day - the g'dam spoon acted like a cantilever and my Leg o Lamb spattered all over! Twas on the kitchen table, the floor, between the slats of my chair.
It must be cleaned up fast or it would congeal and stink.
I decided to peek at what had come in. Was very pleased it was the 2017 Spring Edition of Bella Online, in which I got lotsa stuff published. I knew that already as Lisa O'Shea had written everyone about their work, asking us to make sure everything was correct.
Click here.
I emailed folks in our Writing Group about Linda Barrett's GREAT poem, Morning Conversations.
Read it here.
Wrote this poem this morning and posted it on my home page plus a poetry page that my friend Iris Arenson Fuller created on World Poetry Month.
WHITE ORCHID
With its floppy
green leaves that
look like dog ears,
my new white orchid
likes its home
on the coffee table
A slant of winter
light breaking
silently through
the windows caresses
it far from its
home near the Panama Canal.
Transplants. Immigrants.
All of us. Movement is
the universal condition
of life. The earth
moves beneath our feet.
Hush! And you may feel it.
You may wonder if I ever go to sleep.
Had a huge nap around noon. I was exhausted. As I slept I felt the presence of someone in my room. Probably a man.
HELP HELP! I called, very frightened. Then I woke up, heart pounding.
When I told Scott, he said, that's not a dream, it's a nightmare.
Wanna get a start on a short story I plan to present to a Thursday Evening Poetry Group at the home of Linda Jones on nearby Fern Avenue.
It's about a young boy's experience of his dad going off to war. His dad will be a Marine, like mine own father.
Where should the family live?
Am reading a spectacular novel SOUTH OF BROAD by Pat Conroy. Should I set it in Charleston, SC? Of course not!
Then it came to me.
Why not in Trevose PA, home of Symphony Manor.
Perfect, I thought. On Buck Road, where it's located, there are lovely homes plus a swim club.
Dolphin Swim Club. Great name!
Then I thought, No, the family should live in a trailer park!
So, if you'll excuse me, gonna make a start on the story now. Gotta get up early and get a blood test for
PS - Am terrified to start my story. I have no idea what I'll do.
With its floppy
green leaves that
look like dog ears,
my new white orchid
likes its home
on the coffee table
A slant of winter
light breaking
silently through
the windows caresses
it far from its
home near the Panama Canal.
Transplants. Immigrants.
All of us. Movement is
the universal condition
of life. The earth
moves beneath our feet.
Hush! And you may feel it.
You may wonder if I ever go to sleep.
Had a huge nap around noon. I was exhausted. As I slept I felt the presence of someone in my room. Probably a man.
HELP HELP! I called, very frightened. Then I woke up, heart pounding.
When I told Scott, he said, that's not a dream, it's a nightmare.
Wanna get a start on a short story I plan to present to a Thursday Evening Poetry Group at the home of Linda Jones on nearby Fern Avenue.
It's about a young boy's experience of his dad going off to war. His dad will be a Marine, like mine own father.
Where should the family live?
Am reading a spectacular novel SOUTH OF BROAD by Pat Conroy. Should I set it in Charleston, SC? Of course not!
Then it came to me.
Why not in Trevose PA, home of Symphony Manor.
Perfect, I thought. On Buck Road, where it's located, there are lovely homes plus a swim club. Dolphin Swim Club. Great name!Then I thought, No, the family should live in a trailer park!
So, if you'll excuse me, gonna make a start on the story now. Gotta get up early and get a blood test for
PS - Am terrified to start my story. I have no idea what I'll do.
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