Started taking the dog out. The rabbits came close to rifeling through the trash. Post man delivered more waste and It will soon be filling up the can. I can't see how this helps the economy. Oh wait, you were talking about the environment. The cones on the street are back. More highway work. More traffic backup. God, I'm hungry for a stake. Did they finally get that old vampire? Drive a stake through the heart.
I'm sure that the baseball season ending will be cause for massive depression. I can't see a way out of it till next spring. I'll have two dips of blackwalnut please. She called me sunshine. That hasn't happened in a while. I mean it's been pretty cloudy since she left.
I'm hopeful that the nation gets itself back together. That will mean we have to get over you know who. I'm so ready to be over him, I can't fathom how much peace we could have if people would let lose of him. His day will come. Not any too soon either. Iit was light out when I last looked outside, Hope it is whne I leave. I'm ready to get out of this place anytime..... The birds, it's all about the birds. They are going places this fall. More cars whitewashed as we drive about
Art is a documentation of the human experience–of the many moments, mundane and profound, that shape our identity. At the Seraphic Review, we seek to trace back our journey through life and revisit the ethereal.
Two new poems at Seraphic Review
Excited to report 2 new poem acceptances this past week!
Added to my books read list for the year-
15. The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood
16. The Paris agent by Kelly Rimmer
17. The Power of Adriene Rich: A biography by Hilary Holladay
How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.
A few bits of my journaling ~
“Life is a dream. ‘Tis waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life,” Virginia Woolf
Michael Allyn Wells - notes & musings