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Category Archives: First person history
I’m a wolf
My spirit animal is a Whitewolf, My spirit is old, Ran when Ghost dancers danced, Its like being Gay, Its not in my DNA, Its in my song, Its in my heart, Its like I felt when I researched my dad’s mom, Grandma died when I was two, Grandma’s heritage is Yiddish, Dad in theContinue reading “I’m a wolf”
Stand up
Walk tall, Don’t slouch, Be your best you, Star Spangle Banner, We’re all in our places with bright Sunny faces, I recall of of that, But if someone said to me Val whose face do you think of if I said to you June/ 2022/Walmart- I’d say that”s easy Penny Polk Martin, Blonde oozing withContinue reading “Stand up”
Three months injuries shoulder
Yesterday I was told could take all food, Refrigerator’s electricity will be turned off soon, Her two loved guinea pigs rest in her freezer awaiting cremation, I didn’t remove them, Took meat and butter,cheese, Two unknowns marked June and July, In fridge didn’t take crap meat was surprised she still had some of that afterContinue reading “Three months injuries shoulder”
Life is like a speech
One of my favorite movies, The American President, MJF(Michael J. Fox) lived his movies, Doc Hollywood, American President, Secret to my success, There was another something Adams, My TBI will not allow me to recall, Michael Douglas and Warren Beatty’s wife and Dustin Huffman, Its a romantic comedy with ‘Guts and plenty of heart!’ OneContinue reading “Life is like a speech”
Do you a jibber Jabber?
Did you come out late in life? Did you date the wrong sex to please those near and dear to you? Was that toxic to you? People will never get born Gay it wasn’t a choice like what Cologne you wanted to wear to fit in! Have you always tried to please those you loved?Continue reading “Do you a jibber Jabber?”
Ceiling fell(b)
Daughter’s best friend and boyfriend arrived from Waterloo, Helped like troopers, Penny’s own daughter could not be bothered to come home to help Penny her own blood mom, Her daughter abandoned Penny like her birth mom an Amish girl nearly sixty years ago, That thought made Penny uncontrollable in anguish, At times Penny reminds meContinue reading “Ceiling fell(b)”
Did I tell you,
After two trips up into the dead of winter of the ‘Day After’,without Dennis Quad, First trip sixty-five in March climbed like a mountain goat up vertical steps void handrail to hook up an electric heated to thaw out the bathroom frozen pipes, Then the landing full of shoes bought to sell but sit thereContinue reading “Did I tell you,”