Pink or Copper

Pink or Copper

March Slice of Life No. 13. I watch the jet bridge for Gate A28 move slowly like a giant arm toward us, latching onto our plane. The seat belt sign blinks off with a ding. Buckle clicks in rapid fire follow. In a single automatic move — quick and sweeping...

Talking Crow

March Slice of Life No. 12. I. Relaxing in lawn chairs, we soak up the warm March sun. EM is bouncing around, shooting hoops, rolling on her belly on the basketball, sitting on the porch steps. II. Caw…caw! Caw…caw! The raucous call of a crow comes from...
Country Spring, 1913

Country Spring, 1913

March Slice of Life No. 10. Evening came and I had not written a slice. I wondered, what should I write? Blank. I only knew that it would be short. I thought about today being the 9th day of March and my name being Nine. That idea lasted about nine seconds. Then I...
In the Sycamore’s Shadow

In the Sycamore’s Shadow

March Slice of Life No. 9  *  Poetry Friday. During the month of February I participated in Laura Shovan’s 6th Annual February Poetry Project. On Day  11, Linda Baie provided a pencil drawing as our prompt. Linda received the pencil drawing, “Monday”...
My Daddy’s Golden Shovel

My Daddy’s Golden Shovel

March Slice of Life No. 8.   What’s a golden shovel? It’s a poem. Last month during Laura Shovan’s poetry challenge, I read a number of shovel poems. I did some searching and learned that the “Golden Shovel” is actually a poem...
Beer-Ox

Beer-Ox

March Slice of Life No. 7. Tonight we had beer-ox! Some people call them bierocks, pronounced /brocks/. Some people call them piroshki. My grandkids call them meat pockets. I have a favorite memory. Really it is an accumulative memory of balmy afternoons that included...
Brumation

Brumation

March Slice of Life No. 6. I learned a new word. The text A limerick by Diane Mayr There once was a ‘gator named Nathan who eschewed the state of brumation. He skied and he skated– and was truly elated– to became an Olympic sensation. The word...
Epitaph for the Snows

Epitaph for the Snows

March Slice of Life No. 5. This will be my final post about snow for Winter 2017-18. The life and times of the Snows begin on February 19th and end on 28th. MONDAY Our world awakes to a thin white blanket. 9:30 AM. My grandkids build a “partially brown...
Song of Joy

Song of Joy

March Slice of Life No. 4. In February, I joined Laura Shovan’s poetry challenge. Each day we were presented visual art as a prompt to draft an ekphrastic poem.  On Day 17, Tricia Stohr-Hunt shared “The Tall White Sun” (1917), a painting by Charles...