The Best-Ruined Plans

Good morning again from stormy Mercyburg, where we are all feeling fecund, lush, and fertile in the spirit of hallowed antiquity. Today is the holy day previously devoted to sex and procreation, later sanitized when it became Christianized, of course. No matter. No dispersion. Worship as you please but We are mindful of our history…

Ritual Teasing

Last week of January, which means this will likely be my last post of the month. However, if you’ve been following this blog long enough to remember my Work Release posts, you’re in for a treat. They’re back! I reinstated them for 2020. I should say, it’ll be a treat providing you liked those Work…

The One That Got Away

I realized today I missed an opportunity to tell a unique How We Met Story when I neglected to make friends with the man who spit on me. I had the nerve to stand there in the ankle deep angst of awkward silence after the initial exchange. I did not, however, have the wherewithal to…

The Single-Note Warning

Last night I heard a meow in the middle of a dream with no cats in it. I was making a transaction; just Me and a Man. In the background sound, Meow. Man and I looked around us. No cat. I hesitated, then broke out of the dream thinking I must have left my own…

Dying Of Not Kissing

A little free verse on this Saturday afternoon. When was the last time I laid down anything close to poetry? I can’t remember either. But I did dream this last night. My dream lover also had water falling from the eyes. It was one of those (many) times I wished I could go right back…

Post-Hiatul Post (Not A Hernia)

I’ve been on hiatus. Not vacation. It was necessary in the interest of wellness. But nothing is wrong. In fact, things are better. Let’s get caught up. The dog days of summer. This all my dog wants to do. He will get up for short breaks to play or hunt snakes or chase bees but…

Hey Mister

Hey Mister Tambourine Man, It hit me like a brick this morning (because a ton would be too many). I’ve been asking the impossible of you all these years. You can’t play a song on a tambourine. You can only play the rhythm. I know this. I’ve played the tambourine, man. — Mercy    

The Comedy Gland

Yesterday I was trying to get rid of a headache. A vegan headache can be difficult to diagnose if there aren’t any other symptoms suggesting illness and it’s not lack of calories or hydration. When this happens I usually drink some orange juice. It almost always works so I try this before I start popping…

Pink Pen Power

Those pink pens. I bought them because I needed pens and they were price-slashed on clearance. The office supply store stocked them for the month of breast cancer awareness. Once the month was over, get those pink pens out of here. Nobody wants those. I had just opened my yoga business. Money was tight. I…

Dying Of Undone Chores

My goal all week long has been to get something written. Anything; a sentence, a word. Just make a start and build momentum. This thing I love the most (and by thing I mean activity) is hard right now. I’ve been complaining to myself that the demands of my day job are killing my creativity….

Barefoot And Intrepid

I tread softly around the woodpile. Even if the pile is only knee high. Woodpiles attract ghosts, in my experience. It’s the split wood. Whispers are released when wood is split or hewn. Stacked together there are a lot of conversations going on in a woodpile. If you’re a ghost passing through this area a…

In Relation To The Cub

He is here; the earthling who made me a grandmother at 47. He arrived yesterday. He arrived hungry.  All is well with all involved. Everyone keeps giving me congratulations but I didn’t do anything (other than stay married). I feel the same odd reaction when people compliment my eyes or some other feature of born-this-way….