the lost and found
This post was originally written and first published in May 2013. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Amazing grace. The words “lost and found” always make me think of amazing grace. Not of…
find renewal in the wreckage
Losing your home is like having your heart ripped out. You feel lost, betrayed and battered. Suddenly robbed of everything familiar, you stand alone in the wasteland of what once…
can you say “vibrator?”
What do you when your vibrator has a loose connection (and cuts out at the most inopportune times!), and, because you have recently moved to a new town, you don’t…
funeral pyre
funeral pyre © 2019 punkie funeral pyre maybe it wasn’t a bad thing to have burned your book that day. It might have been a good thing,…
this poem just died
this poem just died © 2019 punkie this poem just died © 2019 Susan Macaulay . I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do…
sleigh ride: reprise
February 2, 2019: It’s a BEAUTIFUL winter day in Mississippi Mills, and, earlier, as I sat with my morning tea, I imagined what it might be like to go on…
Protected: make-up
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63 things I’m grateful for on my sixty-third birthday
Today, January 28, 2019, is my sixty-third birthday. Below are some of the things, in no particular order, that I’m grateful for today and every day. When I started…
a deer in the headlights
“Hey! Look at that!” Bobby’s driving, so he sees him first. It’s about 9:30 p.m. on a late summer’s eve sometime in the 1990s, and we’ve just pulled into…
climax
This poem was co-created with a friend who wishes to remain anonymous. It’s about a different kind of climax. climax © 2019 punkie climax only you love with rich…