For Ida Woodworth McKee The girl in sepia has turned, arm propped along chair-rail and holds a finger to mark a page she may have read but dreams instead perhaps of romance, of what is surely golden and greener than the moment she faces, as if away from any graying the shutter might make of … Continue reading Two Pictures In Black and White
Not Dementia
A wintering of her mind churns the gone familiars of ninety-two years? Posted in response to the Ragtag Community Daily Prompt cyclone.
A Man and a Woman and a Blackbird
How will the joke I play on Magpie who struts my yard be told in paradise? Posted in response to the Ragtag Community word prompt perspicacious.
Style and Laundry
Where Daryl saw the necessity for style and high fashion and keeping up with the Marcks’, Gloria saw laundry. Gloria shopped The Nearly New and Second Trys for easy-to-care-for bargains. When pawing the racks for a t-shirt, a sweat-shirt, or jeans Gloria always considered the amount of time that would be required between trips to … Continue reading Style and Laundry
A Golfer and a Cowboy Sail the Severn
Beer and grilled hot dogs and hamburgers happen to be the rations de jour on the day the ship in question cast off. Eric Diez, the Captain, was born and grew up in Truth-or-Consequences, New Mexico. There are golf courses in New Mexico, even in Truth-or-Consequences. But the rivers are mostly meandering mud. There is … Continue reading A Golfer and a Cowboy Sail the Severn
Plans
-Visit mom in hospital -Pick up my C-PAP Those sun lit mountain peaks—so far way
Springtime in the Rockies
Snow slants in wind, gloom all day, tonight, tomorrow— Out of murk—lark song https://cdn.audubon.org/cdn/farfuture/hf8Ia05D99GW1Fs4LlvuJmjrOkJGMziebr14clBDqc0/mtime:1416244689/sites/default/files/WESMEA_1.songnum1_NDle_1.mp3?uuid=5c9dfb194d507 In response to the Rattag Community daily prompt word Spring. Thanks to Audubon.org for recording of Western Meadow Lark
Home is Where
He was looking down at her mailbox, at the address there, nodding his head the way a person does who has found what he is looking for and now has no idea what he is going to do with it. At first Joanie thought he was just some tramp who had wandered a bit far … Continue reading Home is Where
The Goat Knows More than He Can Say.
“At your leisure, Mr. Dahl,” Coach was smirking over his size thirteen polished oxfords at me. His oxfords were propped as usual on his desk and his chair squeaked as he rocked it which he did every time he nailed somebody the way he had just nailed me. He nailed me because I was in … Continue reading The Goat Knows More than He Can Say.
Why Does He Not Close
Why does he not close the window that last thin whistle gap the wind moans through?
