Spirit Freed

Villagers gathers
All come
Mourning begins

Honoring
That life

No matter
How meager
Or great

Sending it on

Old loves
Grudges, debts
Die with it

The Spirit
Now free
Of pettiness

Through
Laughter,
Song, stories,
Love
Fills
Empty hearts

Wild Thing ©July 29, 2017

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Body and Soul

Stacked Rust

Stacked Rust – photo by Wild Thing

He saved everything …

Phone would ring
Often as not
It was family
Friend or neighbor
“Jim, my . . .”

It was always something
Car, sink, furnace
What have you
That was broken

He could fix anything
Nine times out of ten
He had the part

Back then
It was always about
Keeping body and soul
Together
Food on the table
Clothes on our back

He’s gone now
The parts rusting away

Wild Thing ©2017

My Daughter

Light in Dark

Light in Dark – photo by Wild Thing

My darling girl
If I could
I would bear
This sadness
For you

Comfort
I would offer
With open arms
Healing your
Bruised heart

As I hold you
Crooning softly
Telling you
Of your ancestors

How the pain
You feel
Not different
Than the women
Before you

Those tears
In your eyes
Are tears of
Countless others
Stifled at night

Whispered advice
I would give
Borne of wisdom
From these
Strong women

In your veins
Flows courage
Tenacity . . . Power

When adversity
Or death calls
The backbone
Of your heritage
Will be there

Close your eyes
See them
Standing firm
Behind you

Callista, Elizabeth,
Veronica and Ruth
Margaret, Bridget,
Mary and Frances

These women
Keened their loss
Then stood up
Pushed on

You . . .
are never alone
With you
They stand
Forever

This heritage
This lineage
Of endurance
My daughter
Is my gift
To you

Wild Thing ©August 3, 2017

Downtown LA Life

I just wanted to post a quick reminder that my short stories are featured at Downtown LA Life online magazine only.

These short stories are of my life, my family and/or whatever else may take my fancy. Each month I write a new story for this wonderful and extraordinary online magazine.

I encourage you to visit this wonderful site, not just for my stories, but for all the submissions that are made from around the world. Here you can read, view, and experience art from various cultures and unique people.

The gallery of Victorian Women of Color is feast for the eyes. Beautiful women of color from that time period, caught in portraiture are featured here. You have to visit this page. Each are posed in the manner of the time, but study them . . . don’t just speed through. It’s one of my favorite pages and ends with a tribute to Bridget “Biddy” Mason. Read her amazing story that began as a slave and ended as a successful businesswoman.

Then jump to Achilles Greece for some out of this world street art! I have no words to describe this fantastic work. You have to see it to truly “feel” it!

Want a great movie review? Stop by Mel Nuehaus’ page for Cinema Noir & Off Beat reviews! Mel gives you the 411 on some of our old favorites. Currently he gives you his review on “I Lust Lucy”! I love his reviews and have found them to be not only insightful, but a great guide.

Top it off with a true treat by my friend Annie. Go to Annie – America’s Short Story Monthly. Annie writes with a flair of a touch of Flannery O’Connor & Eudora Welty. Her stories always leave you wanting more. This month, her story, “Living & Dying” grabs you from the very opening and draws you in!

The life stories of Dr. Don More are the gems that surround the big sparkle in this crown of creative people. You will enjoy them as you laugh, cry, and lament with him as he shares pieces of his life with you.

I could go on an on about all the talent that is featured here, of all ages, color, and places! Photos, art, writing, and cooking! It is an explosion of taste, a feast for the eyes and a banquet for the mind.

It is an honor and a privilege to have my little bit of thoughts, lore and photos to be included with such an auspicious group of talent. Thank you Downtown LA Life for providing such a valuable space for creative people to show the world what they offer.

Wild Thing ©July 24, 2017

 

Bouncing Pumpkins

Bouncing Pumpkins

Bouncing Pumpkins – digital Art by Wild Thing

No moonlight
October chill
On a dare
Two girls shiver
Just beyond the field

Farmhouse dark
Stealthy crawl
Damn dog barks
They freeze

No lights appear
Big exhale
They continue
On their mission

Hands find
What they seek
Stifled giggles
Each girl grabs two

Duck waddle now
Back to cover
In darker shadows
Of the trees
Breaking into a run

On the road
Finally, deep breaths
Made it!
Down to work

Each takes one
Raises it
Above her head
Smashes it down
It bounces!

Stunned looks
They pick them up
Do it again
They bounce

Clouds break
Moonlight shines down
Damn pumpkins …
Were green

Wild Thing ©June 19, 2017

Finding My Voice

Finding My Voice

Finding My Voice – by Wild Thing

I am proud to share with you, the announcement of my first book: Finding My Voice. It’s a Collection of what I consider to be my best poems, paired with some of my photos that have been digitally altered by me.

It’s printed on white paper and the art is full color that has a slight gloss to it. It was my goal to create something unique that would be at home on your bookshelf or your coffee table.

The poetry is some works that have appeared here as well as some that is new. It is my hope that you enjoy it as much as I did putting it together for you.

Get your copy today: Finding My Voice by Wild Thing

Wild Thing

Only One . . .

Only One

My Father and I . . . Ft. Hood Tx

There is
Only one man
In my life
Who has never
Let me down

Hard … troubled
Often dark times
For him
Still his presence
A strength

When all others
Have failed me
He’s there

He gets angry
At times
Rebukes me

Praise for me
Is a smile
A short phrase
Not much more

But . . .
Shares with others
Beaming bright
With pride
He tells of me

I never hear this
It’s told me
Via grapevine

Heaven help those
Who hurt me
Through lies
Or betrayal

The God’s wrath
Mere child’s play
His Fury
And vengeance
Is swift

A love for me
So great
It shields
And protects

Only one man
Is all this . . .

He passed away
May 18, 2006
No one has ever
Filled his shoes

Wild Thing ©May10, 2017

Laurie

Bright Morning

Bright Morning – photo by Wild Thing

Shared memories
Joys . . . sorrows
Late night giggles
Life passages
First bras
Boyfriends too
Drivers licenses
High school job
Santa’s lap
Shopping for birthdays
Arguing
Forgiving
Gladys Cravitz
Three cent tip
Laughter . . . tears
Prom disaster
Marriages
Drifting apart
Finding each other
Real friend

Wild Thing ©May 3, 2017

Forgive My Absence

Dear Readers & Followers ...

Forgive my absence ... 
Last week I lost a close friend in
a car accident 
the past week has been 
to say the least
a haze ... drifting though memories
I tried to write about it 
there were no words
still aren't
someday perhaps
words will come
if not ... that's ok too

Wild Thing ©2016