
“Coming Out of My Shell”

"Don't put things off…it may be later than you think."
“Resolution Infinitive”
When you can’t run…
All you want to do is run.
So, run when you can,
Because you never know when you will be unable to run.
Three hundred sixty-five days ahead with which…
To live, to write, to laugh, to think, to reflect, to act, to try, to experience, to fail, to succeed, to mend, to discover, to assist, to uphold, to care, to help, to learn, to mourn, to discipline, to develop, to grow, to understand, to listen, to empathize, to give, to invite, to allow, to celebrate, to cuddle, to create, to read, to human, to celebrate, to guide, to teach, to hope, to weep, to hug, to hold, to grab more from the universe than you were allowed
To grab more from the universe than you were allowed
The Door to December 22nd, 2022
The Legend of the Turkey Platter
Open…
The Legend of the Turkey Platter
It is known in these parts, that when my mother left my father in the Summer of 1995, she left with the clothes on her back and this turkey platter. In a sense, I find it brilliant. Basically, , I’m leaving and I’m only taking this plastic platter with me. Of course, this is a gross reduction of that circumstance, but for the purposes of this blog, it serves. It will definitely make it into a story at some point. For all my parent’s troubles, they loved each other and loved us. Life sometimes upstages young love, and causes it to grow apart, and that is okay, because they were both able to find happiness after that part of their lives.
But I digress…It is also known that the platter is rumored to be in one place, believed to be in another, and it remains to be determined if the photo you see here is of the actual platter. I may or may not have this platter. It may or may not be the real platter that accompanied my mother on her trek to the South Shore of Boston. My Stepfather may or may not have this platter. My Sister may or may not want this platter. I’m awaiting a visitation by three spirits on Christmas Eve; at which point I hope to have the answer to any and all questions regarding my mother’s cherished service ware. We should have tucked it in her casket, or at the very least, had them carve it into her headstone.
If anyone does or doesn’t have information regarding the whereabouts of this platter, please feel free to send any and all leads to my sister @ phickeysplatter@gmail.com
And please, only serious leads and information wanted.
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“The Decemberists”
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Christmas Stocking
Open…
Christmas Stocking,
Full of loot.
Packed in nicely,
Top to boot.
Trinkets, baubles,
Micro-gifts.
Canned cashews,
Peppermint twists.
Often times,
The last good chance,
To find that gift,
Asked in advance.
Santa knows,
Just where to put,
That jolly bundle,
Covered in soot.
Clever mysteries,
Unsurpassed.
Christmas Stocking,
Best for last
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Guy’s Night
Ornamentals