Oh no! It’s Friday.
You know what that means…
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run!
The Storm
Sometimes the most important
words
that
we hear,
that we speak,
that we write
are
the ones hardest
to
find, to create, to say
when there is a storm
inside of your head
amm
Found Art
Found Art in Pioneer Square
Seattle, Washington
USA
June20, 2017
Look Who Washed Up On Shore!
There is no ONE reason why I haven’t been writing- but in the end I guess what I wanted was to sit back and absorb what was going on in my life instead of reacting to it.
I think that new way of thinking changed me a bit.
I still love the same foods, for the most part the I still love the same people and generally speaking I’m happy with myself as a writer.
I guess it’s normal to go off and fill the well as long as you come back to you and the places that matter.
Writing is a place that matters.
amm
Saturday In Purple
You Can Drink Lava
Hamish and The Poison Bee
My dog is a Chocolate Labrador in name only.
He’s more like a fuzzy happy garbage can that eats whatever you drop into it- need I mention that I’m sure he’s the reason why my cat’s litter box is suspiciously clean at times?
Together it’s safe to say that Hamish eats anything.
Anything that is except for the Baby’s Bee ( that’s what we call pacifiers in my family- Bees ) that turned up in the street on our walks.
Hamish sniffed the Bee once and from then on he walks wide circles to get away from it- not only does he avoid it I’ve noticed other dogs doing the same thing.
It’s been there for almost two weeks now- so I named it the Poison Bee.
( Hamish putting hate on the Poison Bee )
Sometimes I’ll be going through my day or just as I fall asleep at night or when I wake up in the morning and I think to myself- what is it with that Bee…the Poison Bee…and I’m starting to think maybe it’s got to me, that it’s in my system working it’s way through my blood like poison does.
Maybe.
BEWARE THE POISON BEE
H.Macbeth
