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3 Sisters

Posted in Writers & Writing with tags on February 7, 2018 by kozmicdogz

My mother is the oldest of 3 sisters whose parents who were born in Sicily and immigrated to the US in the early part of the 20th Century. The family settled in Washington, DC not far from the capitol.

As young girls the 3 sisters, one in a stroller, would walk from their home on B Street in NE Washington, DC across Stanton Park, and go to the Stanton Theater. 10 cents each to see the cowboy movies and the other serials which were playing Saturday mornings.

The middle sister Rose passed away this week and now there are only 2 sisters. Sisters who shared a bedroom, shared a wedding dress, and shared a life together with their husbands and children. Now they are old and hanging on to each other, looking back on lives well lived, and wondering where all the time has gone.


Starting reading a new book…

Posted in Art, Writers & Writing with tags , on January 29, 2018 by kozmicdogz

I knew I was in trouble when “glowering” was on page 8.

3 AM

Posted in Dreams, Writers & Writing with tags on December 15, 2017 by kozmicdogz

3:00 am
Dreams of times that never came to pass
But familiar folk all around
Keeping me up
Worrying me just the same
Not real
Thank god.

Pumpkin Patch

Posted in Photography, Writers & Writing with tags , on October 26, 2017 by kozmicdogz

Timeless pumpkin patch.
Hot in the sun,
cool in the shade.
Miles from home
    transported to another



Posted in Writers & Writing with tags , on September 18, 2017 by kozmicdogz

The crepe myrtle intensifies,
The hydrangeas turn to rust,
and Dogwoods turn orange and brittle
autumn is upon us;

although still warming afternoons
the summer slips away
and the sun starts sleeping earlier
each and everyday.

© 2017 kozmicdogz


Posted in Writers & Writing with tags , on June 7, 2017 by kozmicdogz

Although Cinnamon & Paprika

are similar in color

one does not belong on oatmeal.


Posted in Dreams, Writers & Writing with tags , , , , on May 3, 2017 by kozmicdogz

The family house still under construction in a new neighborhood built on farmland. When we moved in, the road was still dirt and the grass was still growing on the recently seeded yards. There were few trees except the few they built around. There was a huge tulip poplar in the back yard of the house next door.  It is still there.

We would gather to play under its branches with our friends.

Across the street was a field that still had cows grazing on it before more new houses were built.

Walking to school we would pass horses in a fenced in corral next to one of the two original farm houses.

There was no beltway. There was no McDonalds. There was no shopping mall. It was quiet and the sky was big and you could see the stars come out at night.

Just short of 60 years later the house has passed on to a new family and the remaining members of the old family remember the big hole in the ground, the dirt yard, and the creek at the end of the street.

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