Note: this is a blog post version of a book chapter. Thus, I’ve not added section dividers or more photos.
Jemima Cornflower turned to look one more time at the garden she had planted. It was too early for most of the food crops to show if they were growing…
Any of you who read my Medium poems and articles on a semi-regular basis have noticed that I sometimes mention my novel-in-progress, currently titled Burnt-Over Memories. I had planned to spend more time working on it this Fall and spending less time on Medium.
I certainly don’t write on Medium…
As I write this, I am waiting for the repair-person from my cable company/internet provider to arrive. But I can’t wait any longer before issuing an apology to one person and an explanation to anyone else who read a bizarre short “article” from me yesterday.
I thought I wrote a…
I left when I shouldn’t have
We’d been arguing for months
We started accusing each other
Of the usual worn-out couples’ sins
Finally the night came when
One of us was bound to say “Enough!”
In this case it was me who
Decided to give up and call it quits.
May my female power grow
Strong enough that I help
Change the world when united
With divine female energy
Focusing our strength
To cool the planet
Extinguish the fires
Let the polar caps begin to refreeze
May all human energy begin healing
Humanity and all life on Earth
My name is Louisa and I’m an older life striver
I no longer plan to spend my time trying to decipher
Whatever is meant by the Universe’s endless palaver
I want to find someone new who is still a high-lifer.
Time unfortunately is not on my side
So I’m going to…
I love outer space! To be more accurate, I’ll say I love the idea of outer space. I’ve mentioned this…
This is a short, not sweet post to clear my mind of an insistent-becoming-incessant theme:
The crime that is named Covid seemingly works constantly to wear us down. If it can’t directly infect us with its poisonous virus, then it attacks us indirectly with a miasmic mood mud.
It’s too quiet, child
Take care! Don’t make too much noise
You will wake Fall’s ghosts .🎃
Don’t fear the graveyard
The spirits there are friendly
They just want to sleep .🍁
They mean you no harm
Just leave their graves alone and
Softly tiptoe by. 👹
Beyond the graveyard