Once I said: I have become ridiculously crowd adverse since the pandemic She said: It is weird out there. Later She said: Misogyny, apathy, and fear about sexuality in general runs very, very, very deep. All the more reason I’ve been finding myself retreating from…

Whisky over rocks wind chimes sway with the moon dance Hearts hum and tremble

Giggling haiku flutter of my heart chime throughout the galaxies come back home to me

Cattle seem indifferent when they enter the slaughter house marching compliantly to their death. Perhaps they know and just don’t resist. Perhaps they hold some cosmic secret about the next life or their karmic reward. Perhaps their seeming indifference masks a deep mystic certainty.  

I wish I had my mother’s gift for making something out of nothing. A can of tuna is creamed tuna on toast. Flour turns drippings into gravy. Jello is a fancy desert. Leftover roast beef is a Sunday night sandwich. Rhubarb is a pie. Apples…

Hot and humid summer days scream to me, “EAT WATERMELON.“ Its cold red flesh cools me, hydrates me, and makes a mess! still, I’ve always loved watermelon in the hot and humid summer.

I woman I knew once caught a talking frog So she said. The frog – leopard variety – large, green Not only spoke but could read preferring Studs Terkel Rhetorically asking the frog what would happen if she kissed him he replied ‘nothing’ Curiosity piqued,…

Board Game Life’s a board game of pits and stones of deceit and dreams of intrigues and ideologies of heroes and hopes to win is to play well Hour 8 @varenyas

Breathe. Laugh. Play. Dance. Cuddle. Sing. Cry. Live. Rest.

An ex once told me I looked like Santa with my belly shaking and it embarrassed her. That took the grin right off my face and put me in my place.