The birds and the deer flit and glidethrough the picture window of my morning. As the steam rises from the cup,and the songs of praise resound in my ears,the cardinals and wrens race from tree to feederoffering their own songs of praise for the glory of the morning. The deer, calm and serene, graze along … Continue reading Morning in Missouri
Fat Tuesday,an odd descriptor for a man closer to 300 pounds than 200,the Tuesday before-- before sorrow, before sobriety, before repentance, before reflection.On Tuesday, all is right with the world (so we think), Carnival, Mardi Gras, and the revelry that comes with them. But with the changing of the hour at midnight, from the Tuesday … Continue reading Fat Tuesday
Hands four!Head couples cross over. Balance and swing your partner(with the look and the smile, and the centrifugal force of two bodies spending fact, ending in the perfect position for the next move). Long lines forward and back(most of the time crooked, but sometimes straight and in time to the wonder of all). A quick … Continue reading Dance!!
"Poems bore me," I said."I'm a prose man, rooted in the here and now, interested only in information."Words were not to be played around with, like PlayDough, pushed here and pulled there to be manipulated on a whim and then pushed back together as a ball in a can to sit and slowly dry … Continue reading Bad Poem #52