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All photos courtesy of Jerry Smith.









We lost her twice
Sheesh before the wreck
Sheesh after the wreck
My own brain
Processing
Progressing







Social Distancing
Travel? I do.
Find a dirt road
Or two
Old Home Places
Ghostly faces
Past leaves traces
Now I have the time
Photography and Rhyme








You taught me a lot. Both of you. All of you.
You both taught me to know my enemy.
The Cobra
AND
The Cottonmouth


Greetings from the Philippines! Distressed by the photos I have been seeing these days, I have penned a short poem for our Afghan brothers and sisters. Thanks for reading and I hope that you all continue to pray for them. Sending love and light to eveyone. A POEM FOR AFGHANISTAN Born from the tumultuous history […]
A Poem for Afghanistan

We always become affected contaminated by different ideas and thoughts from the people who we believe and sometimes they take a chance and acts as our lovely friends, The following are the ways by which our friends can affect our life.
how friends can destroy or construct your life

I saw stars
Bright Light
Explosion
Flashback
July Fourth
Freedom?
Fighting
Fifty-four years
Flash!
Slapped
Bang!
Head knocked
Counter blow
How far will he go?
I never know
Then I wake
Curled in a ball
Sweating
One day
I’ll be free
Red, white & blue
Pretty fireworks
Purple & blue
Flesh healed
Psyche bruised
But healing
Writing my way to
Freedom
Living in the safest home I ever had with my husband. 2012 I began to heal. I had to get sober first and I am still a work in progress. Even my bad days now are better than my good days then.
