A Flickering

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at 4:37 I heard

scrambling of paw

on wood floor

ticky-toe hurried

steps toward

the bedroom door

next the whining,

different from normal

pleas, like someone

stepping full weight

on my Boo Radley

then a return to

the bed, where he

turned in circles

bumping us with

his body to wake

us up, then lay

between our heads

trembling

panting

as if there were

a ghost.

I took them out,

all three,

in the light balmy

mist of the

pitch black

Georgia backwoods

starry skies

thought of the bits

of squirrel tail

over near the tree

line where violent

death hung in the

recent air

we came back

inside, and I turned

off the light to return

to bed.

A flicker after the

switch-off, and I

knew.

Hello, Mom!

Visual Vexations

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Visual Vexations

my brother and I

wonder still: were

Mom’s Lewy Body Dementia

confusions visual

distortions or hallucinations?

She saw a little boy in an

orange shirt sitting all alone

at the storefront and worried

about his safety.

We saw a pumpkin.

She saw strange men with

bunches of bananas

under the carport.

We saw family members

building her a wheelchair

ramp with Dewalt power tools.

She heard voices playing

tricks on her. We heard

branches scratching

the shutters in the wind.

Still, we wonder what she

would see now.

Would she know we are

her children, making our

way through this carnival

funhouse with all these

distorting mirrors

of the complex

and the concave,

wondering, too,

what things are?

All This Pain

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the closest we

ever got to a

rainbow was a

peacock feather

the day the two

went to Noah’s Ark

to look for things

to discover

to wonder about

I didn’t feel like

that kind of mother

who says a prayer

and leaves it in

the lap of Jesus

without worry

I was more

the warrior type

praying everyday

hoping all the

nickels would add

up to be worth a miracle

I knew in the back

of my mind when I

saw the Cheshire Cat

smile

Blue Eyes

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they were getting

ready for an afternoon

wedding when the

husband stepped out

of the shower, kissed

his wife, said

I love you, Blue Eyes

laid down on the

bed and died of

a heart attack

leaving her and

their four sons

grieving

this is why when

my husband came

to my bedside

this morning before

stepping into his

shower and kissed

me I wondered:

should I give him

an aspirin?

should I take one?

Ticks ~ Husband vs. Wife

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Wife: Oh, good gracious! A tick!

(gets tweezers, removes tick, flushes it)

7 seconds later finishes

applying makeup, gets dressed and starts

writing before work in her favorite chair

***********

Husband: (hollers from shower)

Can you come here?

I need you to look at something!

Wife: (hollers back) I’m not falling for that again.

Husband: No, seriously.

I think I have a tick.

Wife: I’ll be there when you get out.

Husband: (parading into living room

towel wrapped around his waist,

still half-wet, hair every whichaway,

pointing just under his left nipple)

No wonder I’ve been itching since

we got home from camping!

Wife: Are you sure it’s a tick? It’s

embedded deep. It’s not a mole?

Husband: I don’t think so.

Do you have tweezers?

Wife: Yes, I’ll get them.

(brings them from makeup bag)

Husband: Here, you try! (hands tweezers back)

Wife: (rolling eyes)

Husband: Well, I can’t see that angle

Wife: There’s a mirror right

behind you (digging at embedded

tick, husband wincing)

Husband: Here, let me try

(takes tweezers)

Wait, do you have different

tweezers? These aren’t lining up right.

Wife: (goes and looks for another pair

brings them back 3 minutes later)

Husband: (still digging) I got part of it

Wife: The head is still in there.

Husband: I’ll dig that out later. I’m

going to be late for work…..

(dresses, kisses her, grabs coffee, leaves for work)

Wife returns to chair to finish writing

<writes: Ticks ~ Husband vs. Wife>

Special thanks to Two Writing Teachers

A Saga in Six Days of Life When You Live on a Farm: Featuring Boo Radley and the Unexpected, Day 5

Boo Radley on intake at the rescue organization, so matted they had to shave him down

Day 5:

from the corner

of the house

I could see

the bull’s nostrils flare

I covered my eyes

and peeked through

two fingers

with one eye

our little rescue dog

the Schnoodle we

named Boo Radley

for his timid demeanor

the Schnauzer-Poodle mix

abandoned

in a duplex

by his former family

found by a landlord

matted and starving

thirsting to death

our Boo Radley

with more issues

than a decade of

Saturday Evening Posts

Boo, who trembles

when a cell phone dings

who drops his ears

when we pick him up

who has a nervous

breakdown when he

smells the heat

from the toaster

who sits and stares

down the driveway

when one of us

should be coming home

our Boo Radley

did a most

surprising thing

Boo the day we brought him home
Boo with zoomies on the farm

A Saga in Six Days of Life When You Live on a Farm: Featuring Boo Radley and the Unexpected, Day 2

Day 2:

that one’ll make a lovely black and white

leather purse, I thought

of the bull grazing inches from my

bedroom window at midnight

on the Funny Farm

when our neighbor’s cows got loose

then I felt guilty

for thinking such a thought

next morning, my husband

called Wayne

turns out

another bull had gotten

into Wayne’s pasture

and their fighting

brought down the whole backside

of the fence bordering our farms

his entire herd was wandering

in the morning, cow poop

was everywhere

it’s just fertilizer

my husband reasoned

pointing to a

rounded one

the size of a dinner plate

that one’ll make a perfect

cow patty

Here are the two bulls ~ there were 8-10 cows in our front yard that night!

A Saga in Six Days of Life When You Live on a Farm: Featuring Boo Radley and the Unexpected, Day 1

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Day 1:

around midnight

over the sound machine

something woke me

I heard it ~

the bumping

at first

I thought it was

in the attic

(a squirrel? raccoon?)

something bigger than

the occasional field mouse

so common on our farm

but then

it was at my

head, behind the wall

my husband

heard it too

sprang into action

flipped the switch

floodlights revealing

a herd of cows

grazing in the grass

inches from our windows

two bulls

one black and white

one milk and dark chocolate

matching my leather purse

from White Oak Pastures

in South Georgia

my husband gave me last Christmas

I’d heard closer than usual mooing

from Wayne and Janice’s field

right at the fence line

behind our barn

earlier in the day

It’s okay, I told him~

probably Wayne’s cows

we’ll call in the morning

right now it’s a win-win

they’re cutting the grass

their midnight snack

we settled back in

mended our broken sleep

Special thanks to Two Writing Teachers at Slice of Life

Decisions

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we looked

you drove

I rode

we talked

we offered

they rejected

we walked

and just like that:

decisions are made

On Hearing the News

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one of my adult daughters

still calls novels

chapter books ~

on hearing

our family news

she texted:

there I was

listening to my own

chapter book

in my own

little world

of someone else’s

little did I know

there was another

story unfolding

in my own….

I smiled and replied

this could be the start

of a new chapter…….