Tonight I will raise a glass to Daisy and to you while looking at the Box turtle moon. I got your book. I had my wife read me the first half because she is just so good at reading anything.
I heard, hear a pretty damn sad vein running through it all. The pandemic was no f***ing picnic, really took me down about as low as I have been since I was a young man considering which car to walk in front of. When I did choose, that same car slowed down and gave me a ride. That was almost 45 years ago and I have been crawling out ever since.
I like your stuff, it speaks to me but Laurie can't take too much of it. She came from a shinier world. I wrote this during '20 or '21. Let me know what you think. Wes
Cheers to the box turtle moon and whatever saves us. For me, today, it’s the song of a wood thrush. Enjoyed your poem, btw. I will be revisiting T.S. Eliot this weekend.
While my son and I were working on our deck a house wren threw herself at me because I got too close to her next, which I built for her, ungrateful little wretch. Watching her saves me and working with Will who is exiting from military PTSD and is almost human again.
MK Creel, as always with your writing, reading it once was not enough for me. With each reading, I found new images and new ideas that I love. There is so very much to love about your intentional intervention in Daisy's life journey. And I love the idea of tonight's moon being the Box Turtle Moon.
What good news! You probably saved her life. Thank you for teaching me about these beloved woodland beings. I’m always surprised and delighted by a chance encounter. It feels like a special blessing—each one so beautiful. Each one painted in its own special designs.
Thank you for the update!
Hooray for Daisy coming home! So happy to know of her return :)
Tonight I will raise a glass to Daisy and to you while looking at the Box turtle moon. I got your book. I had my wife read me the first half because she is just so good at reading anything.
I heard, hear a pretty damn sad vein running through it all. The pandemic was no f***ing picnic, really took me down about as low as I have been since I was a young man considering which car to walk in front of. When I did choose, that same car slowed down and gave me a ride. That was almost 45 years ago and I have been crawling out ever since.
I like your stuff, it speaks to me but Laurie can't take too much of it. She came from a shinier world. I wrote this during '20 or '21. Let me know what you think. Wes
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Cheers to the box turtle moon and whatever saves us. For me, today, it’s the song of a wood thrush. Enjoyed your poem, btw. I will be revisiting T.S. Eliot this weekend.
While my son and I were working on our deck a house wren threw herself at me because I got too close to her next, which I built for her, ungrateful little wretch. Watching her saves me and working with Will who is exiting from military PTSD and is almost human again.
MK Creel, as always with your writing, reading it once was not enough for me. With each reading, I found new images and new ideas that I love. There is so very much to love about your intentional intervention in Daisy's life journey. And I love the idea of tonight's moon being the Box Turtle Moon.
That's great to hear that Daisy healed and was released. Safe travels Daisy wherever you are. :)
What good news! You probably saved her life. Thank you for teaching me about these beloved woodland beings. I’m always surprised and delighted by a chance encounter. It feels like a special blessing—each one so beautiful. Each one painted in its own special designs.
Wow go Daisy! And go you and the refuge who saved her!
This made my heart smile. ❤️