poem – Lula Harp

A new morning

A cool morning Dew on the grass Steam rises from my cup Slowly I become aware Birds chirping Squirrels chattering The sun is rising No clouds in sight Watching the day become From my perch above

I’m mooning over moonshine. I think this should be a country song if it isn’t already. This week in our Year of Drinking Adventurously, I may or may not have gotten my hands on some “moonshine” that may or may not be legal. A couple years ago at Thanksgiving we did a taste test betweenContinue reading “Toast Tuesday: the ‘shining”

Toast Tuesday: Tequila

We all have that story. You know, the one where we do shots of tequila and then end up ridiculously sick. Mine was on my 21st birthday. So was yours?! It took me years to drink tequila again. I was more scared of tequila than I was of whiskey… hmmm… maybe not… I am soContinue reading “Toast Tuesday: Tequila”

the old woman and her allergies

Tea cups and tissues everywhere The big chair is my lair Orange juice in the fridge Chicken soup, ok just a smidge A week off work would be grand Except a cold is never planned. The pets won’t even snuggle I’m left alone with my struggle oh, I’m sure I’ll be fine I just needContinue reading “the old woman and her allergies”

the goldfish pond

there is little creativity in my bones there is even less in my head for it is so full of snot I think I blew my nose too hard with it went my brain, maybe not my ears are full of static goldfish swimming circles coffee and toasted bread now I’m going back to bed

Summer…

I am not a poet. Words just come to me occasionally and if I don’t put them down on paper they swirl in my head incessantly. So that’s what I’m doing today. Cricket chirps fill the air Turtle noses vanish and reappear Humidity so thick you can cut Happy dogs enjoy the muckContinue reading “Summer…”

home again, home again…

I am so far behind… I’ve got pictures and projects to post galore I sit and stare at a computer until I’m bored I’ve started a dozen posts before I can finish, I’m toast My brain has turned to mush My work is turning me into a lush How I miss my Lula Harp timeContinue reading “home again, home again…”