Monday, April 17, 2017

Breaking Bread

I have often said that sharing a meal could change the world. Imagine sitting with total strangers and having your senses and your soul nourished. Well, I had the great fortune to do just that, with old friends and friends I had not seen for some time. We laughed, we talked, we ate and then we started it all over again. A good time was had by all. Start those meals, just because and change our world one bite at a time!.

Friday, April 7, 2017

Published in The Pen Woman Spring 2017 Magazine

My Poem-"Antique Play" All all exists free- Echoed through the night- Our nightly treat of nasturtiums- A drop of sweetness- Dean knew for sure- My favorite of course was honey sorrel- Grass seeds on your back- Told of many loves- Pull a grass sheath to whistle past dark- Cardboard boxes- A fast slide- Ole Tank Hill was full of speed- Treasures and joy filled an empty cable spool- Let go down Ole Tank Hill- Run like the wind- Sliding down icy redwood walks- The ole Zenith radio blasting country twang- Olympic school opened arms- Stop to chat with Mr. Brown- A janitor was safe- Stacks of hay- Arms stretched making paths- Crawling with play- Found an old steamer trunk- A treasure trove of broken pieces- All all exists free-

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Today is a good day for a good day!