ON THE THRESHOLD OF ALL THAT'S BEEN & ALL THAT'S YET TO COME
This post was originally published to my old family history blog, boldandqueer(dot)com. Since no longer publishing on that site, I have moved a handful of popular posts to this space and dated them as their original publish date. However, a few posts, like this one, will be dated in the present because they are special…
It could have happened. It had to happen. It happened sooner. Later. Nearer. Farther. It happened not to you. You survived because you were the first. You survived because you were the last. Because you were alone. Because of people. Because you turned left. Because you turned right. Because rain fell. Because a shadow fell….
The old lady harvests eggs each day While her hens at seed peck away. In hand right now, only four (?!) With hopes tomorrow they’ll lay more, While the goats watch on, munching hay. I’m not sure I’ve ever written a limerick before, despite my decades of reading and writing poetry. However, when I stumbled…