Author: jackiella

If it weren’t for the occasional car on the road, the world would seem deserted and frozen to death. The gaily decorated houses have yet to switch on the lights that will bring breath and movement.  It snows again—the fourth day in a row, after the 17 inches from two weeks ago. The frigid air… Continue reading Happy Holidays and a Prosperous 2010

I am living my life of everyone’s quiet desperation, and I glance over my shoulder. Ah, no one is noticing me here in their midst. I think I’ll indulge myself—for just a minute—in the unspeakable: looking into the abyss. I don’t know what yours looks like, but mine is better than Hawaii. It’s soft and… Continue reading Sinful Pleasures

  Simon’s Same-Day Surgery  My Simon cat had an operation. they took his bladder right out of his body and worked on it separately—like stuffing a chicken breast—and then put it back inside of his belly, all fixed. We hope! It was “same-day surgery” so he came home as we humans do following this ordeal… Continue reading Pilling the Cat

Isn’t it enough that I’ve lost my memory--the indignity of stopping in mid-sentence to try and retrieve the next three words vanished from the string coming from my brain? Then there’s the look on the face of person I’d just walked up to and can’t remember why. The final blow was delivered by my pantyhose… Continue reading Huddle up and Cuddle Up With All Your Might

Snowflakes drift down to lay on yesterday’s whiteness. There is a softness in the quiet this morning, the children from the day care center are staying in, no dogs are out yet and the day is filled with possibilities.  I’ve been reading blogs and working on my own; feels like the usual winter chores—sorting photos… Continue reading Winter isn’t foolin’ round!

Blank whiteness  length and breadth of pages, ready for dark wide words The hillsides flow like pillows matching the puffy cumulus in the blue of sky The thawing stream cuts through beaver homes and frog paddies for singing in spring rains to come; for now the woods are as quiet as I am sitting on… Continue reading Winter’s Desk

The first snow is falling and it is lovely. It’s so easy to say that when I don’t have to go out and drive on roads that are slippery with drivers who are sloppy. As usual, those drivers are causing slide-offs and even a couple of roll-overs. Traffic on the Beltline is at a crawl.… Continue reading Let it snow, snow, snow

Out of the musty winter house where I live mired, especially today, I’d like to move to the desert and live in a cabin, eating vegetables and rice while the dry wind rushes down the arroyos. I’d paint the vista of mountains in the distance, finally learn to play the flute I bought in Montana,… Continue reading Someday . . .

Another rejection in today’s mail. That’s three this past month. Makes one gun-shy about continuing to send out—but then remember all the rejections that the well-known writers talked about in their early careers, they kept sending!  Funny how we don’t keep track of the positives in life if we haven’t pursued them first. The surprises… Continue reading I Need a Hug!

The tag on this photo from NASA says "Mona Lisa." I don't know if that is a nickname or a glitch in my software, but it seems appropriate for the complexities in the photo.  Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, men have maimed you.  I may try and write a poem about it, but for now, just… Continue reading Shoemaker Crater, Western Austrailia