Poetry Readings & ADD

‘Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.’

e. e. cummings

I’ve been writing poetry as a practice for over a year now.  It seemed to be a natural progression to attend poetry readings.  My first was in November and then I attended two this past weekend as part of a local poetry festival.  I haven’t been very successful thus far.

As I’ve aged, I’ve become increasingly ADD.  Sitting and listening for long stretches of time is torturous.  When I was teaching middle school, I always kept in mind those students like me, varying activities & interspersing periods of moving around in the classroom. In the adult world, most of the time there are not those opportunities.

Luckily at the end of both readings I attended this weekend, the poets were very animated, funny and irreverent, and provided material I could relate to.

Here is a glimpse into an ADD brain during a poetry reading……


The speaker’s words begin to melt together

the chair feels increasingly uncomfortable

my lower back aches

I sit up straight, change position

Then as I close my sleepy eyes

I feel the secret portal of my brain woosh shut

allowing no more in

Come on, you can do this, I say to myself

Too late.  

Words, sentences, phrases rain down on me

shedding like water off a duck’s back

forming rivulets, then puddles at my feet, then rivers

that flow into the vast ocean of uncomprehended language

I nudge my friend in the seat to my left

I’m done, I say

She says, one more speaker then we get tamales

I sigh and wait for the tamales.


WP Photo Challenge: Blissed out in Paris on a Sunny Afternoon- “A Face in the Crowd”

I came upon this dapper little fellow in a Paris park enjoying the day as much as anyone.

Parisian Dog 2013

A Face in the Crowd

Watching the Winter Olympics


Is it just me?  or maybe it’s because this is the first time in a few years we have gotten Channel 8, the channel that broadcasts the Olympics.  Whatever the case, I have been spending an inordinate amount of time viewing the Olympics in Peyong Chang and have been so impressed!  (I sketch on the commercials.)

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snow-1283525_1920When I watch them on TV

in my warm house

those athletes a world away

flying through the air

turning and turning

head over heels

sliding and spinning

on boards and blades

I am awed

and amazed


who never learned to do a cartwheel

does them now on the couch

each time they land

with their Olympic smiles



A Tale of Two Phones


If you are a Baby Boomer, you will probably be able to relate to this post.  If not, maybe it will leave you just a little bit curious…

I miss rotary phones

the kind where you put your finger in the hole of the dial

rotating it clockwise until it stopped

then releasing it to get a satisfying

click, click, click as it unwound

taking up to several seconds per number


The telephone rang

when someone wanted to talk to you

As kids, we would all run to its ring

eager to be the one to pick up the receiver

with a breathless “Hello?”

(Double excitement for long distance)


Now people don’t want to talk so much on the phone

They prefer to text and share- everything

iphone-2464968_1920My phone now is a small rectangle that glows with a touch screen

It is called “smart” maybe for its ability

to distract and beg for your attention

 worse than my Golden Retriever


My rotary phone just sat there and left me alone

(unless someone wanted to talk to me)

So I gave my smartphone a lobotomy

tired of the intrusion into my life

Bye bye Facebook, bye Instagram, bye this, bye that….


Now it’s pretty much a phone- kinda smart

but not too smart

I still miss rotary phones

and their satisfying click, click, click

But they are gone now

like the many other dinosaurs of my life

lost in time

But not from my memory

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Stray Cats


Emmy in a boxAfter my dear cat Emmy Lou passed away about 12 years ago, I’ve had a huge kitty void in my life.  Unfortunately, my dog combination including an Australian Cattle Dog hasOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA not been ideal for another cat.  Cattle Dogs are known cat chasers/ killers.  Other than that, he’s a peach.  So imagine my surprise when the Siamese mix cat that appeared in the barn about a year ago showed up on the porch begging for food.  We plied her with food; dry food with wet food and a little cream in a bowl.  We knew she was the one who killed the destruct-o mole in the vegetable garden & was keeping the mice in check around the chicken pen.  We named her “Luna” as she only showed up at night.

IMG_0167About 2 months later, a little brown tabby moved in under the house and could be seen along the perimeter of the yard.  She was so elusive, I named her “Phantom.”  Then one day after eating the leavings from Luna she too showed up on the porch begging.  Now we make sure both cats get a meal.  These animals were probably dumped by their owners an all too common occurrence in this rural area.  We enjoy their nightly visits from our kitchen window and are considered part of the family.  They have inspired both a poem and some artwork.

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Liebster Award


One of my fellow bloggers & blogging friends, Louise of Louise In-Btween nominated me for this award a couple of weeks back.  It is sweet to recognized and know that someone out there finds value in my words and images.  I started a writing practice in late 2016 and shortly after this blog in 2017 with few expectations.  All I knew is I wanted to express myself in words and images.  WordPress became the perfect venue for that. What I find!  Blogging is like putting your handprint on the universe.  I write for no reward other than my own satisfaction.

I’ve noticed blogging awards here and there and have been wary of them.  After researching them a bit, I decided to go with the Liebster as is an award given by a blogger to bloggers with fewer than 200 followers, with an aim to help others discover and spot new bloggers.

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