Category: Writing

Negativity Rocks

We’re two very negative people. The State of Wisconsin says so. Our tests for COVID-19 came back negative. We sat at the kitchen table last Friday talking about who we’d seen and when, whether there was any chance we could’ve gotten infected with COVID-19,…

Adaptation

Originally posted on Red's Wrap:
We were set. Ready to ramble around Minnesota, North Dakota, and South Dakota. But then something happened at home and we had to turn around. We drove nine hours, most of it in a driving rain, to get…

Seven Amazements

It’s amazing that the guy delivering the mail is still wearing those gray-blue, stripe down the side Civil War USPS trousers. It’s amazing that the grandson of the man who bought my father’s Western Auto Store in Hudson, Michigan, in 1952 found me because…

My Face, My Beautiful Face

Originally posted on Red's Wrap:
It was my first time. I’d never had anyone fuss with my face, shape my eyebrows, those were things other women did, not me. I lay back on the table and she put a pillow under my knees.…

Naming Poem

In the preface of the book I am reading, Quiet Until the Thaw, is this poem. It is a Cree narrative naming poem. There are several such poems, this is just one. I am going to look for the others. For me, the simplicity…

Hitchhiking

I cut short my career in political commentary when I realized that all my nouns and verbs were expletives and deleting them all would leave nothing but air. Not even hot air. Tepid air, the heat having been sapped from me over the past…

Covid Writing

It wasn’t like my life was so gloriously big before. I’m not a world traveler or famous author. I’m not an elected official or corporate executive suddenly working from my kitchen. I’m an old woman who gets ten texts a day from the Biden…

Day 6 of However Many – Unintentional Documentation

Originally posted on Red's Wrap:
I am trying to live an undocumented life but it is very difficult when one’s practice is to document everything. This afternoon, flying a bumblebee kite, I thought about how I ought to take a picture of the…

Word.

Originally posted on Red's Wrap:
I’m recovering from toxic doses of the world is too much with us. You know, like in the William Wordsworth poem – The world is too much with us, late and soon,Getting and spending, we lay waste our…

Dangling

There’s a rough storm queuing up Heavy breathTiny tomatoes hang like green pearl earringsImperiled

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