[Landscape view is recommended on a mobile device] Bright colored bowls. Huge. Repurposed from oleo. Fake butter. America’s Dairyland. Controversy. Nineteen seventy something. We had many. Big family.My sister and I pick our favorite color. Fill it with a special treat. Sugar-coated cereal we rarely got to eat. Honeycomb. Big! Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Sugar Smacks. … Continue reading Saturday Morning
Category: Whimsy
Snowflakes
I want to say %#*£#%#!! But I can’t. You think I’m a precious snowflake. I am intricate, not frail. Cold not frigid. I see more than your open mind wants to believe. Perhaps in you’re vast experience you have never encountered self control. I have a few choice words inside that will be left unsaid. … Continue reading Snowflakes
The Poet Who Didn’t Know It 