ptsd: a poem written in 2017 that still applies in 2020
ptsd © 2017 punkie Listen here (and/or read below): ptsd © 2017 punkie i cry as the sun sets i weep at its rise the least little…
ptsd © 2017 punkie Listen here (and/or read below): ptsd © 2017 punkie i cry as the sun sets i weep at its rise the least little…
three little kittens © 2018 punkie who could help but be smitten, by three little kittens, as they snuggle up in the hay? they’ve no interest in mittens, these…
Of all the comments on my Mississippi Mills Informal Residents’ Survey (which I first talked about on The Millstone here), this is one of my favourites: “It has been my…
Susan notes: Carolyn Thériault is a Canadian expatriate who lived in Turkey when she wrote this blog post; she now lives in Spain. Thériault is the author of Stealing Fatima’s Hand,…
I wrote this poem in 2018, long before COVID. At the time, I couldn’t come up with a title. I finally decided on “not dead. yet.” With a tip…
What fun we had with the Friends of Mississippi Mills Facebook Page “All Things pumpkin” draw in which participants submitted pictures, poetry and other stuff, for the chance to win fabulous…
What fun we had with the Friends of Mississippi Mills Facebook Page “All Things pumpkin” draw in which participants submitted pictures, poetry and other stuff, for the chance to win fabulous…
What fun we had with the First Annual Friends of Mississippi Mills Facebook Page Clotheslines (pics) and Clothes’ Lines (poetry with & without pics) combined competition, the idea for which…
Yet another poem inspired by online conversations featuring great divides, political and otherwise. I speak the poem as a narration on the video. The words may be read below….
What fun we had with the Friends of Mississippi Mills Facebook Page “All Things pumpkin” draw in which participants submitted pictures, poetry and other stuff, for the chance to win fabulous…