Special dedication to my pure bred Siberian Husky Ditzy. This dog is clumsy like me, loves food and adventure like me and is still lazy. Which is only SOMETIMES like me. This poem depicts a time where my dog, husband and myself were NOT lazy. We love our trips to the ADK mountains in NY and thought why not? Let’s take a dog designed to pull so we can get to the top. Once we took our dog on vacation and she made the best of every situation. It wasn’t a holiday or special occ

My dad said we were going to take over the world. He said that we had to. My whole life I heard the phrase, "You and me need to take over the world." Funny how fast all of that can change. My dad said I needed to keep myself safe, incase my safety was never garunteed to any one place. "Aim for the eyes, the groin, the throat and the face." Relevant given our current political state. My dad said I needed to be beautiful but plain. Clearly we were on the same page. "Is that too

I see it in the streets and it is garbage. I see it in the cars and it is garbage. I see it in the forest and it is garbage. I see it in the sea and it is garbage. I see it in the rivers and the streams- and it is garbage. I see it in the fields and it is garbage. I see it in the park paths and it is garbage. I see it in the lakes and it is garbage. I see it in the schools and churches- and it is garbage. I see it in the senate- I see it in the house- I see it in the state- a

My winter body does not know that it is different. It does not know harshness from softness. To differentiate the two would be akin to understanding an alien language. The Winter understands cold and colder and it knows how to prepare. Layer after layer until suffication is only fair when your foe is the winter cold. Kindling kept for fires, propane gas for heat and still we are cold and colder. Another day we may be able to keep it going but with winter and all the snowing w

I was once a machine "String bean, the social media, anti-social, less than normal, man made, woman owned machine". I eventually became like everyone else, absolutely no sense of self. But I wanted to speak of love, I read of it so much; "Can't be happy unless you're stuck up someone else's butt." My happiness never had a real form before; I mean, I smile all the time. It was like when I was a child Being told "I will give you a reason to cry." I was string bean, giggling i