For some reason I found it entertaining to read this week's offering out loud in the voice of an aristocratic Sergeant Major, perhaps with a surname like Ramsbottom de Pippington, or something equally grand sounding. It's not obligatory, but it is fun. The pigeon had a complex, one could argue rightly so His coos disdained … Continue reading Target Practice
The one that has it all
All of my pages, blog posts, rhymes and short stories in chronological order, newest to oldest. Peruse at your leisure.
Hazel and the Earthworm
She followed the path without question, as millions before her had doneTook pride in reaching each milestone, as she ticked them off one by oneShe followed the line and rose upwards, strong, straight, steady and trueBut slowly began to falter, as the next milestone vanished from viewShe paused to gather her strength, then picked up … Continue reading Hazel and the Earthworm
Stung
I’ve often felt that wasps, have been misunderstood If the Universe created them, they must embody good So I made myself a promise, to never flinch again When a wasp buzzes by, look in its eye, slowly count to ten For days and weeks this little trick, worked magic like a charm As they flew … Continue reading Stung
A Dragonfly’s Legacy
It's not Sunday, but it's still rhyme time. True to my word from last week, I'm turning my focus more towards the poetry I love writing. I'm not sure how long this season will last, I only know that it's time to turn away from introspection for a while and focus on the joy of … Continue reading A Dragonfly’s Legacy
Wild and Free
If I was free to live a life, divorced from acculturation I like to imagine how things would be, as a sovereign one-woman nation If I could follow the pull of my heart, without fear of sticking out What adaptations would fall away? What unwritten rules would I flout? The first to go would be … Continue reading Wild and Free
Is there a grown up in the room?! Parenting through the transition to high school
As anyone who has felt the stamped foot of their petulant inner child can attest, being a grown-up is more a fluid state than a definitive destination. The more unresolved issues we keep inside from our childhood (and I’m not necessarily talking ‘big’ issues, things we deem insignificant can still push those buttons, raise those … Continue reading Is there a grown up in the room?! Parenting through the transition to high school
The Start of a Beetleful Friendship
Upon an ambling walk I spied a beetle on its backIts shell was iridescent, shining shades of blue and blackI reached to turn it over, and help it on its way‘STOP!’ the beetle shouted, imagine my dismayI want to help, oh little one, I reasoned earnestlyLet me put you on your feet, soon you can … Continue reading The Start of a Beetleful Friendship
Same Old Story
My husband found these crumpled and torn bits of newspaper from 1979 under a floorboard today. The words that jumped out at me were ‘torture,’ ‘attack’ and ‘terrorists.’ It seems some things really don’t change, unfortunately.
Roller Skating as a Microcosm of Life
So my kids have taken up roller skating, which means I have also taken up roller skating. My daughter actually showed an interest in it a few years ago. We went out and bought skates, went to the local rink a few times, she grew out of her skates not long after she fell out … Continue reading Roller Skating as a Microcosm of Life
The Hat That Fits
I reached the age of thirty-three and there began to fret For all around had found their hats, I didn’t have mine yet I’d tried many on for size, but none had stood the test of time I prayed to the Gods and the Universe, send me the hat that is mine The years ticked … Continue reading The Hat That Fits
