(Poetry Month – Week Five) The Ice Cream Man Kinda short kinda stocky thick, dark hair with natural wave rather than curl. My dad always said Jesus was probably built more like him than those pictures you see hanging at Sunday school. He was Greek. He knew some Greek. He even knew people in Greece-relatives.Continue reading “The Ice Cream Man”
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Frank
(Poetry Month – Week Four) Frank Drunk Sincere Low life Determined Stupid Enthusiastic Lazy Sweet smile Dirty Loving Scary Kind brown eyes Sober Finally I met Frank when I was working as the bookkeeper at the Church of the Ascension in Middletown, Ohio. Frank led an organized yet somewhat rogue AA group. I was atContinue reading “Frank”
Over
(Poetry Month – Week Three) Over As darkness falls, the anticipation builds. The sound cracks in your ears. The boom echoes in your chest. The light flashes and sparkles and shocks your eyes. The ash sprinkles down onto your hair. The fireworks are over. My parent’s private party, The Pig Roast, was held on LaborContinue reading “Over”
The Fog is Here Again
(Poetry Month – Week Two) The fog is here again. You never know when it is coming. You never know how long it will stay, or how much of it there will be. Sometimes it is more mist than fog. Mist you can see through, but everything is fuzzy around the edges. Fog stops yourContinue reading “The Fog is Here Again”
I’m Glad I Came
(Poetry Month – Week One) I’m Glad I Came I came So they could see your face in mine. So they could see your smile in mine. And I, in turn, could see you in new faces and in new smiles. I came So I could hear your voice in the wind. So I couldContinue reading “I’m Glad I Came”
Grandma Dohn’s Bulletin Board (2)
We are still enjoying Grandma’s bulletin board. Today we are looking at a piece titled “Morning Prayer.” There is no author noted and the words and message are pretty simple and straight forward. Read this as often as you need. Peace, Love, and knitting. Amy Morning Prayer When little things would irk me, and IContinue reading “Grandma Dohn’s Bulletin Board (2)”
From Grandma Dohn’s Bulletin Board
When it came time to move into the city from our 6.25 acres in the country, we bought my grandparent’s house. My grandma had entered the hospital for some surgery. There were complications that prevented the surgery. While she was in the hospital my grandpa moved them into a retirement home. Yep, Grandma left herContinue reading “From Grandma Dohn’s Bulletin Board”
My Patio 