Work Week By Judy Dykstra-Brown Monday The day’s become unravelled. The night’s begun to fall, yet I’ve not accomplished anything. I’ve done nothing at all except cooking a curry and writing several drafts of poems still uncompleted–they’re bobbing here like rafts afloat upon my consciousness but have nowhere to go. The words all came so quickly, but their
Snowball In Hell By Judy Dykstra-Brown “There’s not a snowball’s chance in Hell,” she snarled at him as he beat a hasty retreat out the door. Everyone knew she was a feisty old dame, but she still felt compelled to prove the fact often enough to remind herself of the fact. Lately, she’d been
China Bulldog By Judy Dykstra-Brown I dreamed last night that we were clearing out my mother’s house. The front doors of all the kitchen cabinets had been removed and I was puzzled about this. On the mantelpiece, I found China bulldog after China bulldog that was a replica of one my mother had told me
Adios! I’ve been an avid blogger, in fact it is inane the hours I devote to it. I fear I am insane. I only slept three hours last night for I was agonizing about the state the world is in, never realizing that hours I could have spent in sleep I spent in speculation
Wish List of a Youngest Daughter Off and on, I’ve been wishing my Dad and I could go fishing. I guess my sister could go along so long as she does nothing wrong like catch a fish bigger than mine or tease or hum or brag or whine. Perhaps she’ll sit back in
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The World Is Too Much With Us By Judy Dykstra- Brown “People here are funny. They work so hard at living they forget how to live.” Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (1936) How was life when we didn’t know everything? Back when there was no TV and when news got shared once a
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Vigor Trigger By Judy Dykstra Brown What once passed for vigor, I fear has turned into a case of fine acting. If I walk with energy, it is a forced energy expressed in spurts in situations where once I ran. I hope this can be attributed to the dignity of my age; but when I
Absentee Ballot When I went to print the ballot out,minutes later I had to shout“Stop!!!!” when minute after minutethe printer always had more in it!It printed out ream after reamno end in sight—so it would seem.To vote for president was simple,but that just seemed to be a pimpleon the ass of all the choicesfor which they
Trick Retreat By Judy Dykstra-Brown At five o’clock they climb the hill to ring and ring my bell. When I do not answer, the mob begins to swell. Their cries of “We want Halloween!!” resound like cries from Hell. My dogs begin a clamoring—and barks turn into growls. The children’s only English words digress
John Wayne And I By Judy Dykstra-Brown When the Union Pacific Railroad was finally completed on May 10, 1869, it was a cause for great celebration. In 1969 it was decided to have another huge ceremony honoring the 100th anniversary of the “Wedding of the Rails” in Utah. To that end, two trains set
