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 the

Sleepie Head

Wow I was warn out, Saw a marvelous, True, sensational, Movie at my little sister’s last night, It was gay, Tremendous, From the eighties Kinky , That’s right I saw ‘Kinky Boots,’ From Jolly ole England, America would would have never backed a young man simply trying to save his family business, Or the story

Frivellous my word

People who only believe in self worth, Value non silly fun, Silliness is a battery that stops in 2021, Commences once more in twenty twenty-two, Historians such as I that know every number over twenty needs to be spelt out unless its earmarking a specific historic year, But is it historically significant for others or

Drizzle in Buchanan,County

Just starting eight hours from when those in science said it would begin thanks a lot, Is this the precision that has those in the south believing America is going to finally have that internal revolution that those of us who studied history knew was coming? I had a friend tell me last week in

Sold three books

Hardest part of selling books is finding them in extremely heavy totes not reinjuring auntie Val, That’s me in case your wondering, Of course with a narcississist for a half sister gifted liar blood family christians don’t talk to me, I want all they stood from me, So I write and sell books, And safe

Historical speaking

Historian I am, Studied at NICC and Luther College, No deployma upon my wall you see, TBI could not test out of statistics, I understand it, When I asked why a fifty-six year old needed math to teach history I was assured that it would teach me a new way to think, I’m a poor

Eight O nine

Still fifty-two degrees, Feels saunaish in my home, Two nights ago was cold, We were taught at the Heike’s if its summer and a yard sale has blankets or Afghans or quilts buy them, Nana’s sofa no one else wanted me included, It was flowered and very low, To give it height I suck magazine

Sixty years ago

Just sixty years ago, October meant rain, Cold dreary days and more rain, Two years ago in twenty twenty we had rain then Bam, Snow, That’s was the year we sprung to Spring in March, Springing back first weekend in November, Mother nature already has darkness at seven p.m. in northern Iowa, Who are we

The world

What a gift, A day with my sister Penny, Met her seems a life time ago, Rolled into less then a month, Best family adopted without paper work, Found with a Goddess blessing, Prayed for Recieved, The world, Not a friend someone who calls me sister, Penny looks forward to Saturday because she spends the

My only Jewish friend

Both of us had family caught by the nazi’s, Both of us are proud of our heritage, Both of us never met face to face those time keeps now, Neither of us look like Jews, Hell looks are deceiving, Penny is of Amish decent too, Her Anish mother gave her away, Left her at the