So women who use this particular pad have a current running through their private parts when their pads get wet..... That is surreal! With more and more deaths among young athletes (all Covid-Vx'd) and

What little electricity she needed "came from dampening graphene strips and massaging them with her sore-covered hands." Her sore-covered hands. Now there's an image I can't unsee and I keep

Pigfish! It exists! Years ago a toddler at our house looked askance at our dinner. What was this stuff? (It was pork.) He likes fish but not much else. "It's pigfish," my husband said. The kid

Thank you, Sweet Silver. Here is a link to @owasco's first post about Niko:

I am soooo sorry, @owasco, for the loss of your beautiful son. To sleep, to dream, is one escape, but you will return to the land of the living because you are still a mother to others, and others need

Let me know if you already own a copy of Mary Oliver's "west wind" poetry book, or if you'd like to - I'll send you one, Stacey. :)

This one is a must-read: Am I Not Among the Early Risers Am I not among the early risers and the long-distance walkers? Have I not stood, amazed, as I consider the perfection of the morning star above

Living alone - no other human companions, that is, no more family members - so many of us have done this. Widows, divorcees, empty nesters. You have the start of a poem or a novel (or a freewrite prompt)

I'm thinking of you all the more today Stacey, alone with the cats and dear Hazel the dog, gong through the motions of the living because you are still living! You are alive! You are so very alive and

I found a website full of poems for mothers and sons. This: People say time is a big healer, but you never get over it; you just learn to cope. Over the years things like a song on the radio, or someone

That is high praise indeed! Thank you Stacey! All I really wanted these words to do was let you know how very much you're on my mind and in my heart. You've cheered ME up. You are a marvelous poet and

Wow, nearly 1300 members now--cool! And only 7 or 9 entries to the July contest with the super-enticing theme, Things we never said in the 80s. Or 70s, 0r 60s. (e.g. Text me, "where's my phone,"

Wonderful? You are too generous. :) The invites we don't get to send: somehow, that came through to you, but to most readers, would it? To have a child who doesn't thrive, doesn't celebrate the milestones

Ohhh, you read this, after all - I didn't think you'd be up for that. I cannot do poems, but I can come up with one or two lines now and then that resonate. You're the poet, and ever more shall be - and

Ha, now I see that I had in fact read this post the day it went live, but my comment had not gone through (blame the world's slowest internet connection).

Here is yet another post of yours that I missed. What a bum I am! what BEAUTIFUL photos - the view out your front door; the colorful poison ivy; the cottage garden. How lovely, how idyllic, this glimpse

Oh dear, ANOTHER one I missed!! Well, I haven't bounced back from Palm Sunday just yet, but I'm finding my footing. Slowly. Sisters... Love the image of you as Duchess in a Shakespeare play!!!

Sorry I'm 21 days late seeing this, Stacey! I love it! Love the insight too that these words come to us unbidden - "The trick is to not expect a thing, to go along for the ride, to hold on at every

They cooked them slowly. By the time the people realized they would all perish regardless of their submissiveness or indifference, it was too late. The water was already boiling. Sad to say, I agree with

Lovely story, Zeleira! This is awesome: That each universe had its own space might be intelligible, but that each dimension of the universes had the same energetic beings "living" similar stories