Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

New print, with a quote from Emily Dickinson:

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
~Emily Dickinson

Available as a print and (now but not forever) as a digital download.

My hope: I hope everyone has enough hot cocoa to get us through these winter storms!

Yay blog!

Moving the blog here so the main site can be a better site-like site. You know, more professional. Or something. The internet crickets tell me this is best. And they would know; they're crickets.

I was going to recreate all my posts from last year, but ... you know, they were boring and filled with stupid poems. Then again, stupid poems make me laugh. Here are the highlights:

First:

Scorpion, oh scorpion

How I love you on the wall

I beg of thee, oh scorpion

Into my shoes don't crawl.

I do declare you quite so swell

With feisty reds and stripes galore

That I forgive the need to wrangle

The many different *#^% files needed to sell you in a store.

Then later:

Red fox in the morning

Chickens take warning

Red fox at night

Lock hens up tight

And for the holidays:

Christmas trees, alive and well

In forests green and swirly

Until cut down for holidays

No more home for squirrely

There were a couple more prints, but no more poems. Boo! More poesy is needed in 2015. The worse the better :)

Okay, off to make sure various links work. YAY BLOG!