Etsy Shop Closing

My Etsy shop will close at MIDNIGHT on May 31. Enter code TTFN31 before then for a 10% discount on ALL items in my store--clearing out the inventory before I head out. "Like" my Facebook page or follow me on Twitter to stay updated on where my online shop will open anew.

Is It

I’m sensing a stereotype developing

Warriors haunted with PTSD

Strike fear into their charges’ hearts,

As though the shepherds would devour

Their own lambs

I’m driven to ask

If there is not a soldier

Holed up within himself

Now, now that the champagne is quiet

And the confetti lies dead,

Unwilling to crawl out of his skull to so much

As kill a fly,

Staring out of his cells,

Thinking that to unlearn

The war in his hands

And take up gentleness again

Is not an effort more worthy

Than a quick and quiet self-violence

That might come easier than

Flaring out at an oblivious psychological trigger.

Reel Around the Sun {wee seedling}

“So cold a winter it’s been, friend, and I’ve

Not seen the sun so many dreary months.”

“Away w’ me, good friend! Away, away

For wild a reel around the sun!

We’ll need no drop to drink nor crumb to eat:

The stars are feast enough! A fine good ship

Of ebony made, sails of dragon’s wings

Sewn, helm of trusty-tempered steel. Off, off!

Off we fly, friend, for wild a reel around the sun!”

{inspired by Reel Around the Sun by Bill Whalen. Three very good versions I love are by Twelve Girls Band, The Gardyne Chamber Ensemble, and the original song on the Riverdance album.}

The One Wish Granted

My impossible made possible is that I could have a sprawling house large enough to shelter and bring up every unwanted child. All of them. That I could have enough money to educate them in whatever discipline they had a natural talent for – music, math, art, science. That I could keep, love, and mother them until they were old enough to live and thrive on their own.

I’d take them all. No questions asked of you, the parents. No judgment for why you don’t want him, why she doesn’t fit in with your schedule, why they’re mistakes you have to wipe clean, why they’re accidents or ugly mementos.

I’ll take them. You don’t have to see them ever again.

Just don’t kill them, please. Please, don't.