ARCTIC CHILL Merciless cold blast. Winds – seeking, destroying warmth Winter walk, awake!
“Eddie on my planet I am kind of a loser, like you!” – Venom I was feeling beaten up and brain dead last weekend so I grabbed a glass of wine and decided to watch Venom. I don’t know why I made this selection but it probably had to do with being too drained toContinue reading “There is One Great Reason to See Venom – Tom Hardy”
JANUARY BLUES Territorial turkeys; angry, running wild. Big dog, big stick, shoo!
A Christmas Gift Sometimes I think I feel you near to me, Filled with regret, longing and such despair. This is nothing more than a wish you see, Your indifference to me ever so clear. Most of the time you are not top of mind, Left in the past where you surely belong. This timeContinue reading “A Christmas Gift (a sonnet!)”
The end of a year always makes me reflective and this year is no exception. Rather than recap the sorry state of affairs of American Politics – arguably the one of the biggest news stories of the year – I instead wanted to share some inspiration. I wrote this post to honor the amazing workContinue reading “Things that Inspire: The David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust”
DREAM HOUSE Sweet house, wild gardens. Once a dream, now realized. Reality? Cold.
Maybe that’s all you really need to know about House of Cards, Season 6. The series finale (?) begins with Claire sitting precariously in the oval office and an off-screen resolution to Kevin Spacey’s delightfully devious President Underwood. Long story short, he’s dead. I understand and agree with the rationale behind Kevin Spacey’s firing butContinue reading “Do you miss Francis? Yes, yes I do! Review of House of Cards, Season 6”
A CARPET OF LEAVES Grey morning, soft rain – Moist air, heavy leaves falling. A road made anew.
Monday Tired and grumpy, Always unprepared for you; Yet Monday arrives
Chapter 2: Shepherd’s Moon Inn (& Tavern) “Grampy, I thought it was your left leg that was hurt?” Moonie paused mid stride to look back at his granddaughter Sylvie. She was standing just behind the bar, dusting sheep hair from the countertop as she observed him with a seemingly innocent smile on her face. MoonieContinue reading “The Peasant Sylvie & Evil Little Dagmar: Chapter 2”