Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 16 August 2011 @ 1:50 PM
when angels finally sweep down to this
attic where we wait with our boxes of snow
and our avalanches of stale corn muffins
when we take to their ship and we sail
our feathers and our rags into tapestries
of golden silk and silver chandelier
when our boomerangs of hope return
on wings of chocolate cake baked by mothers
who smell sweeter than Easter morning rain
when we fly free from this rusted turret,
our cardboard tiaras and nametags forgotten,
love at last will be only song that sings us
One weird little poem for you, linked to Open Link Night over at dVerse Poetry.
(The orphan out front was our Kelly playing the role of Molly in a KidsActing “Annie” production a few years ago.)
Photography | Posted by Jannie on 13 August 2011 @ 11:52 PM
If you’re going to Galveston, TX you might find the rainforest pyramid one cool little spot.
A big spot, actually — 10 stories high.
With room to grow.
We wandered habitats on three levels — floor, water cloud and canopy.
I was totally captivated.
I drank 2 beers and danced with the monkeys who asked to remain unphotographed.
Even saw rain!
Mist too.
Pretty camera-shy birds.
Flying free.
Apparently over 1000 species of tropical flora and fauna call the pyramid home, but I only spotted 999.
REAL butterfly, not photoshopped.
(Both children in this post are real too.)
Much to see and do in Galveston, but the Moody Rainforest was my fave spot.
Highly recommended for all that ails ya.
Posted with love by Jannie of the blogging hills.
xoxoxoxoxo
one with an awesome Friday Flash 55 shirt…
a dear auntie to Kelly…
an excellent Rooftop Yodeler…
every inch the sailor…
and every inch of love and fun I could imagine.
Wait — no fiction! I DO have a sister who is all that and beautifully much more!
Love you, Rosie!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy Birthday on the 8th!!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
xoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
xoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Well, golly gee, that was 55 words. Is there a G-Man of Friday Flash Fiction in the house???
Photography, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 1 August 2011 @ 7:03 PM
There are churches of words that poets yet unborn
will preside over oceans, hills and boardrooms with.
There are churches of moss by woodsy streams in which
mice will serve up hors d’oeuvres and dance tonight.
There are churches in our veins, running on the same iron
that won the wild west and keeps bubbling in a core soup.
But mostly, there are churches in your smile
and in the gift of every good thought you think.
xoxoxoxoxo
long after I got Jim’s call at the Krispy Kreme
long after Kalyani was there to catch my fall
I wrote a letter to Aunt Sue on my best stationery.
No sense having all those real-pressed-flower
fine cotton papers just hanging around in boxes
with no one getting any enjoyment out of them.
Aunt Sue has recently gone deaf
and I miss our phone calls.
She is Dad’s “baby” sister
for whom yours truly is named.
Dad also has one brother living,
Uncle Ken, on the adjacent farm
in the Canadian Maritimes
Aunt Sue lives near Toronto.
Uncle Wes, Uncle Wayne, Aunt Jean, Aunt Bess and Aunt Day have all passed on.
Used the last of my old humming bird stamps on her letter.
And that return address label.
I got the Smiley Face stickers as a surprise in a
Wonderful Package from this fine fine lady.
I’ll explain them in a post here one day.
So, one off my list, whooooohoooo. I’m on letters-writing fire now, people!!
This is Jo’s card I’m still writing on…
Pretty, eh? On linen-laid cotton.
Raoul Dufy’s “The Baie des Anges at Nice” — 1926.
Remember Jo — my “panpal” since 1994?
Remember us at that pub in England in 1999?
And here we are with her daughter Pascell, the first time they came to Texas…
What year was that, Jo? 1997? ’98?
And Jo recently…
And after I was home from writing Aunt Sue’s letter that day I snapped this with my iPhone…
Mieshka had been with us 2 days.
There you have it for today.
With love, from Jannie Sue Muffin.
P.S. I see I actually had the date wrong on Aunt Sue’s letter. That Friday was really the 15th, not the 16th.
🙂
