Opening the front door, I see across the expanse of the front room, Out to the open rear veranda. Quickly I walk through the front room, To the large open terrace. She was reclining there, Enjoying the warmth of the last rays, Of the sun that was sliding from view. The gentle lapping of the…
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Continue ReadingYesterday, our dog Jake went to the back door and then craned his neck around to look back at me. He wanted to go outside. He had seemed anxious and seemed to think that he now knew what he wanted. He had been like a fussy child who could not figure out what would settle…
Continue ReadingYoung. Standing up for what I believe, Refusing to relinquish what I want, Or who, or what I am, Battling for my rights, Pushing back against the hand of the world, Leaning into the strong wind, Out shouting the thunder, Being who I am. Being true to who I am! I will be me!…
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