Monthly Archives: April 2018

High tropic Summer lies heavy o’er the land sweltering heat and humidity our Amazon, green algae choked seeking it’s path to the open sea trying hard not to disappear into the sodden rain soaked soil Spanish moss as living room drapes Queen palms … Continue reading →

Laura Ingraham It has been an interesting week while I was busy with Easter, posting poetry for Clark’s book and visiting my cardiologist. People have been fired or disciplined at their jobs for comments they have made on social media … Continue reading →

Yes I know.  I have a big generous heart.  But this is not about that.  🙂 Today Toritto visited his cardiologist to get the results of his work-up completed this month .  I call him my cardiologist because he is … Continue reading →

In my rear view mirror a vision of Saladin entering Jerusalem while fighting Cambyses returns from Egypt with gold, ivory and slaves. A Roman legion lost in the desert the man-god Alexander spilling blood from Thebes to India an image … Continue reading →

First I have to put my toys away in my big truck (Thank you Poppa!) so I can go to the park with Mommy and Daddy! Where I get to ride the swing! And take my first scarey slide!! Whee!  … Continue reading →

Green street signs with names of trees. Pine Maple Elm Oak Mounted on metal poles standing where trees used to be like metallic green grave stones. The map of America is littered with graves. Huron Mohawk Seneca Falls Cheyenne Shawnee … Continue reading →

I saw her at the ’84 reunion a little older, a little grayer, the first fine lines on her porcelain face;   inhabiting the body of a stranger while here in the yearbook we are all preserved; the teen beauty … Continue reading →

Springtime in the rural South land; soon it will he hot and moist like four teenage girls in short shorts sitting on a mat in the gymnasium trying to look sultry A well seasoned town with septic tanks gators and … Continue reading →

A concrete room seven by twelve measured by feet placed one in front of the other in a straight line I have walked for decades. Concrete furniture permanently arranged table, chair, bed I have no right to move furniture anymore. … Continue reading →

Poppa up early, still in pajama bottoms and a throw on shirt, reading to Clark about Elmo. . Sharing a breakfast of southern grits. Somebody likes grits! . Lunch at Chili’s! .