Tue. May 28th, 2024

Did you see the not-me behind the kitchen door
It took the milk right out the fridge and spilled it on the floor
Before the dog could lick it up Mother came to see
“Who spilled the milk right on the floor?”
The chorus shouts “Not Me!”

Did you hear the she-did jumping on the bed
She tossed the bedclothes on the floor and Mothers face went red
The smoke was pouring out her ears as Mother flipped her lid
“Who made this mess?” she loudly said
The chorus shouts “She Did!”

CJ 1998


Who am I? I am different things to different people. I am a poet, a visual artist, a sculptor of found objects, and a writer. I am a bookkeeper, an office manager, an administrator and software support consultant, even a short-order cook and barista. I am a parent, a grandparent, a sibling, a cousin and a friend. I am a traveller, a technophile, a philosopher and a student of all things.

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