Friday, April 22, 2022

Sunday, April 17, 2022

Pieces of the past that come to the surface.

A few years ago I found out that less than 100 feet away from my home there was once a pest house. Strange, and in case you’re wondering what a pest house is - it was a building, or in many cases, a house that held people quarantined with infectious diseases such as tuberculosis or smallpox in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. 

When we built the fence along our property line we dug up part of a porcelain (Victorian) doorknob. And today while working in the yard I found a jagged piece of cobalt blue glass just sitting on top of the soil - drudged up by winter..or fate.

There are letters on the glass, and once I brought it inside it didn’t take long to figure out (from eBay and Etsy)that it was from a Milk of Magnesia (medicine) bottle dating from most likely the early 1900s.

Whoa! These are the things that amaze me. (And the stories they could tell.)

Sunday, April 10, 2022

Published by New Feathers Today

New Feathers has included my poem  Building Sound in their spring publication today! Click the link below to read my poem and this beautiful publication.

https://www.newfeathersanthology.com/building-sound.html