It was the first week of the first Spring that we lived in Marble. Daddy had bought a piece of vacant land that was nestled in a forest of aspen trees and his plan was that we would spend the Summer building a cabin on the land so that we could sell it and makeContinue reading “The Grass is My Rug, The Earth is My Floor – A Mountain Story”
Monthly Archives: November 2015
To My Friends the Chronic Pain Sufferers – A Poem
You’ll wake up to another battle field. The rest of them are putting their pants on one leg at a time, While you are dressing in armor and securing your helmet. The monsters gather in their usual places while you are unsheathing your sword, And just to get out of the door you will haveContinue reading “To My Friends the Chronic Pain Sufferers – A Poem”
Geri Rene 