Let me have your imagination for a few And let’s pretend we are in the land of the Who Remember Whoville and the Grinch who stole? It’s a wonderful story worth being retold. I feel like a Who down in Whoville today The Grinch stole our presents away on his…
It’s Hard ~”What My Grandma Would Say” ~ a short poem by Katrina Curtiss 6/26/2020 It’s hard not to talk about things that matter It’s hard not to watch TV, eat and get fatter It’s hard not to engage and voice your rage As we wait for the world to…
Basura cat was running around wearing a flask It was the strangest thing, so I just had to ask It clinked and it clanked as she ran blindly by She said, “I’ll keep you healthy, at least I can try!” Now my cat is usually very bright But I had…
Not every apple you find is round, as it grows upon the tree Not every moment is one that will forever live in memory Not every rainfall is followed by the grass that grows Not everyone reaps in life, exactly what he or she sows. In this very moment in…
I'm noticing more and more stories being posted that only show one side of the story, responses are fast and furious. I got out of the news business when I realized that I was repeating things that I had no way of confirming, I wasn't there, so I didn't know…
Basura cat asked me for change I asked, “Is there something you want to rearrange?” She replied, “No I want to go to the store And I hear they’re not making change anymore” It seems that since the virus is taking its time That we’re running short on pennies, nickels…
Stupidity and Arrogance walked into a bar The Bartender said, “Oh there you are!” I see you’ve both been hard at work upon the land Invading the lives and minds of the simple man. Making them think that all of this is a hoax Telling people that this virus is…
Basura cat saw me step on the scale and cry “Oh, my!” she exclaimed, “That’s so very high!” I sighed and stepped back off of the scale As she jumped on with a swish of her tail “Tell me how much do I weigh, Tell me now, tell me now,…
It’s like we were walking our usual life’s walk, you walking yours at your pace, me at mine. Then suddenly a huge gust of wind caught all of us from behind and blew us towards the cliffs edge, the only way to not go over, was to grab the hands…
It saddens me deeply that it comes to a point where laws have to be passed, fines levied in order to get people to do the right thing. We were given a chance to shine as caring for each other ~ upon the world's stage, we failed. Today the city…