‘She is plump’ is the cruelest of descriptions As though filled with rich juices Insults the ripeness of her appeal. Plump is the perfection of an apricot, A grape, a mango begging to be devoured Extracted nectar teasing the buds of my tongue Soft but firm, supple and rich Plump promises intoxicating liquors Stimulating my… Continue reading She is Plump
When is enough ‘enough’? I recently read a piece that ended with “I wish you enough.” I couldn’t help but wonder, enough of what? Enough money? Enough love? Enough happiness? Enough sadness? Enough to feel safe? Enough determination? Enough sunshine? Enough what? When do I have enough? When will I feel satisfied? When is my… Continue reading Enough is Enough
As I walked my doglets this morning, I was struck by the everyday routines people in this peaceful city enjoy. On one street we passed a woman sweeping the sidewalk and the street in front of her casa. She is there every morning, dressed in a robe, and this morning a light jacket to keep… Continue reading Morning Walks
My contribution to Cee’s Flower of the Day Photo Challenge https://ceenphotography.com/2023/02/07/fotd-february-8-witch-hazel/. These beauties were taken at the annual Candelaria Festival held in February in San Miguel De Allende, Mexico. The colors, fragrances, and sounds are a trip down fantasy lane with flowers and plants displayed in all their grandeur.
I live ordinarily, sometimes hurtling, sometimes crawling. I live ordinarily, sometimes involved, sometimes isolated. I live ordinarily, sometimes exalted, sometimes ignored. I live ordinarily, sometimes chasing, sometimes chased. I live ordinarily, sometimes kind, sometimes brutal. I live ordinarily, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying. I live ordinarily, but at least I live. This was a prompt sometime… Continue reading Ordinarily
I’ve always thought I would live to be 105, since longevity runs in my family. One grandmother lived to 103, and a grandfa- ther made it to 93. So, I don’t think 105 is out of the question. However, the closer I get to 105, I do have to wonder if I have lost my… Continue reading Do I Really Want to Live to 105?
My heart pounded, hoping yet fearful. Would he? I waited, my eyes searching his face in the dim light of night. We stood at the bottom of the small rise, hidden under branches of a scrawny tree, hopefully out of sight of my 90-year-old grandfather gently swinging his legs as he waited for my return.… Continue reading What If…?
that little voice 