Here To Love (poem) |
Half a pace aheadof crushing doubtI stay the courseon my path of HopeOne foot in front of the otherI will not restuntil I hear his voicehis laughSee the fire in his eyesLong have I traveledand felt lo... Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2009 12:25:00 GMT |
Feng Shui and Colonics Machines |
The irony isn't lost on me.A close friend of mine is a Naturopathic Doctor. She does all kindsof alternative therapy, including emotional therapy. She is mytherapist.She had a bit of a mental breakdow... Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 19:46:00 GMT |
Three years ago this week (blog) |
Hey to all Myspace Friends, this week marks the three year anniversary of my move to N.C., causing me to reflect on the circumstances of said move. They were rawther unusual. &... Posted by on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 05:57:00 GMT |
An interesting survey |
1. How tall are you barefoot?5'4 and a half"2. Have you ever smoked the ganga?Mountains of it. But have ceased and desisted.3. Do you own a gun?Never have. Never will. I am a pacifist.4. Any Rehab or ... Posted by on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 08:18:00 GMT |
True story |
Feel like sharing something that happened a couple of years ago. Some of you may find this amusing. I was relatively new to the area, and put the word out among a handful of friends and acquaintences ... Posted by on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 19:46:00 GMT |
3 1/2 yr. old poem |
Bland day White skywhite earthMiss the contrastof green to blueBland daySelf with selfon top of selfMiss the contrastme to youAnother old poetry blurb~The dream wasromantic ecstasyI ... Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 09:00:00 GMT |
Reclaiming Blue (blog) |
When I was a girl, my favorite color was blue. My mom got locked away in a psychiatric hospital for several months. While she was gone, my father decided to do some painting and remodeling- freshen th... Posted by on Sun, 05 Nov 2006 15:13:00 GMT |
Lingerie For No One (half baked poem) |
I work with women all day longI'm a specialist of sortsTheir self esteem needs bolsteringand so do their breastsI'm a woman who helps themAnd often, when the day is doneI'll buy a little somethingJust... Posted by on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 18:47:00 GMT |
My Fallen Hero (poem) |
My fallen hero is a man I dared love limitlessly for over a decade In him I saw great things, unimaginable a world of potential and beautiful ... Posted by on Sat, 08 Jul 2006 19:54:00 GMT |
Curiouser and curiouser... |
I keep noticing food on the side of the road, here in N.C. How does it get there? Why is it there?
Since mid-winter, I've seen (in no particular order)
A french breadAn orangeAn apple3 onions3 orange ... Posted by on Thu, 01 Jun 2006 08:55:00 GMT |