Not The Rockefellers

Image: A Musin Yohan, via Magpie Tales trouble overhead something weighing  heavy  on the mind i rise obedient under a vengeful brow pulling up my heels Raising my voice! i go back to my roots wielding my habits of comfort i walk the way of my mother singing psalms soothing the sky Rene~ June 2013 For Magpie Tales For all of my sisters

He flicked a cigarette ash into a Starbucks cup and looked up into the approximate area he believed I would understand to be my eyes. I didn't get to say everything, he rasped. No one does, I said,but If you did get the opportunity how would you punctuate that last breath of yours? My cup's on fire, dude. Oh. Are you trying to be profound? No, it was really on fire there for a second, but now it's out. I watched it happen. Rene ~ 2013

It's just a rinse, It's gonna fade out.  She either laughed, or cleared her throat  twisting her hair  up  and into a messy pigtail It'll look better tomorrow Above her eyes  a drawbridge opens She looked down at her toes astronauts every little crack every little step one leap closer Rene~2013

There is a groove  (a ditch more precisely) in my well-loved sofa cushion I slide my foot into it and it fits perfectly every time  I smile, spine unfurling, at my shabby, secret joy, singing "Now don't that beat the hell  out of Cinderella's slipper!" Rene ~ June 2013 Ahhh...Summer Grab a mini vacation  Whenever you can Hope you are all well :)

Angela the artsy girl down the hall can't tell you much about her  but what she knew  about me could fill at least a thousand ears Angela kept birthday candles in a jar by her door she'd light one whenever I'd come around then she'd spit on her burnt fingers, cussin' yeah, well that's enough outta me Now... "Tell me what you are by what you wish for, bear claw, Are you the icing or the cake?" Rene~June 11, 2013 *I've turned my comment section off for the summer, as I won't have much time to respond.  As always you can contact me by e-mail and I will do my best to get back to you in a timely manner. Enjoy your summer (or whatever season it may be in your corner of the world) and take care~ Rene Image via Magpie Tales  "Charleston Farmhouse Door"

Waking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension? 1979 by Morris Graves via Magpie Tales dawn is a feeling warmth that spreads from shoulder to cheek freedom means boundaries landmarks of habit indicators of progress  voices are familiar songs  each new generation produces its convincing covers life is smelly but you'll always know you are home Rene ~ June 2, 2013 For Randy Pierce and The Mighty Quinn