The woman on the Yellow Bicycle
Me, before ‘The year of the cockerel’ when I looked neat and tidy and also kept a tidy rick of turf.
During the years I lived in the west of Ireland many animals came my way. 1,607 more words
5 days, 5 hours ago
The Write Idea
Along the horizon
marches a line of pine trees.
Drawn by distant drums?
1 week ago
Unexpected in common hours
…Pine pollen is tenacious as original sin. (Markham Shaw Pyle)
It’s what’s covering everything in a soft yellow dust. The front porch, the back deck, outdoor furniture, automobiles, everything.
1 week, 3 days ago
SNAP CRACKLE AND POP!
As still as a breath held in, the cat
hidden behind the tall pine trees
near the hole in the white skirting . 12 more words
2 weeks ago
Sanding years of varnish
off the old surface there
discarding days of firsts
1920s wedded bliss
sifted through the baseboard moulding
their time now done, 156 more words
2 weeks, 3 days ago
2 weeks, 5 days ago
Step back into that faraway corner
tucked back in poetry and plays
It’s darker than the rest of rows
come see… 434 more words