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Sunday Evening Frustration

Sunday Evening Frustration

It’s poetry month. I’m getting a late start. Don’t try to make sense of my poem. I’m not sure what it means myself. Perhaps an indication of how tired I am. I meant no harmI said to the windBlue jays cussedAs if to disagreeI’m searching for somethingMaybe identity, peace, a road mapWhat was and isIntertwined It’s…

Cookin’ Up Stress Relief

Cookin’ Up Stress Relief

Ever had one of those days coming up at work where you have to do something that scares the bejeebers out of you? When I’m not romping around with horses and dogs, I create training materials and train employees on how to use the new corporate software we are rolling out to replace our old…

Maery’s Day

Maery’s Day

Sorry, but this post, like my day, is very long. I started my work day at home before I had to run to a meeting at one of my employer’s facilities. The meeting was supposed to last for 90 minutes. After that, I was going to run to the bank to a get a form…

Changing Lanes

Changing Lanes

We forget sometimes how much the world can hurt.It can hurt people we love,people we don’t,people caught in the middle,even people who would give anything to never, ever get hurt again.But sometimes the hurt can’t be avoided,It’s just coming at us and can’t be stopped.It’s in us and can’t be seen,or is lying next to…

Maery Katherine Rose

Maery Katherine Rose

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity. — Gilda…