not-quite Journaling, 10
“The Call of Cthu-aloe”
3/28/2021: Because every garden and sci-fi nerd needs a giggle.
gale, I believe
the wind’s all hungry
3/28/2021, too: New York’s latest gale(y) mood did a number on my garden, and we’re expecting more of the same. I’ve done some damage control and some relocating. Still, I always get nervous when Nature is in a mood and my wee garden has tender shoots.
old clouds and new lights
fill my sky
3/31/2021: I try to keep from looking up too often while I’m walking certain sidewalks (mostly because NYC pigeons tend to have a stinky splashy sense of humor). But I’m glad I dared a glance towards the sky during this particular walk. I really love how the clouds adorn the sky and the lights (the big one and the baby one) seem to be watching over the trees.
in the dark.
3/30/2021: For me, this is true in life and in writing. In life, I find that I shine brightest when living gets darkest. In writing… To continue reading, click HERE.
just another birthday;
or, when I blossom
4/5/2021: The sun is bright and deliciously warm, in celebration (I am sure) of my 31+13 springs. To continue reading (and for more pics of me and an abandoned house), click HERE.
should dance when I die,
because you knew me well
and you still loved me.
not kill flowers
to celebrate my life (remember
cut flowers squeezed my heart),
bring potted daisies and sweet Williams
(gentle pinks and wild reds) to enliven the place.
9/9/2021: I’m not dying (just yet). These are 2 stanzas from a
poem I’ve been rewriting for years—full poem HERE—I figured that since I might not be able to attend my own
funeral *cough*, I could at least take my last breath knowing others knew my
wishes. So, if any well-meaning person tries to make my funeral into something
I wouldn’t care for (and my infuriated ghost couldn’t haunt them), then
they’d be haunted by the accusing eyes of everyone who has read this. Yep, I’m
a terrible woman! 😁
for Poets and Storytellers United-- Writers’ Pantry #65: The Complexities of Gender Identity in Writing.