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.

Licked by a toad Look around your nest and see if the coast is clear. I hear a bullfrog croak and that I know for sure. Cautious if you are alone, I would not go outdoors Kindly, hang out, wait for my sign and stay…

Hour Eleven: Old Tree Limbs tangled, twisting, entwining each other, like children playing Twister or the perfect Eagle pose centuries of wind sweeping across the desert nudging the winding of supple bark now hardened into wizened shape. The tree barely leaves yet stands even now…