Like Roosevelt’s fireside chats without the fireplace or him. https://anchor.fm/val-heike-whitewolf/episodes/Firfamily-chats-e22bej3 https://anchor.fm/val-heike-whitewolf/episodes/Firtalk-Profiting-off-of-free-e22fck4/Re-homing-fee-a9m5bkt
Category Archives: Nonfiction
Rock the Manger
From my PodCast.I recently became aware my podcasts were well about eight hours to long. So I am reposting separate from the rest in bits and pieces. https://anchor.fm/val-heike-whitewolf/episodes/Out-Lesbian-poethistorian-chat-e22bcuq
Whipped that’s me
Got to have tea, Turn on air, Vaccum, Shampoo, Next month I’m renting WALMART Shampooer, Yeah me!
The dot
Posting and an innocent dot, They seem to fall all over the place, If you have a dot get by, Facebook assumes what you posted is a porn link, Then insists that it’s illegal and immoral! That’s assinine!
Closing
Restersunts, Close Walmarts, Big Boy closed? Wisconsin had those Now libraries! Where will it stop! Again, we stop back into time,. Never a good direction,
Lady
I had left Ruths door to her cage open all night, I had become wobbly, See I was all done in, Fed, moved, checked on all, Arrived home at midninght, Did my two hours’ worth of chores, Had hit my wall, Ruth wanted out for a bit, I sat down & fell nearly immediately asleep,Continue reading “Lady”
Home
Like a blustery wind blowing through, You just arrive home, No ti.e to sit and rest, It’s 1249 am, Temperature dropped like a two ton ball, Lights are off, Cats are starving, Lights on on empty trailer next door, Makes no sense, No electric power, Have to move a momma and babies, I’m tired wantContinue reading “Home”
Another year
No spring, Farmers are out, Fields are being plowed, Made it to eighty-three. Owing down now, Now it’s eighty-one, Rain predicted this weekend, Northern Iowa is some kind of dry, No leaves yet, Shrubs are greening up, I want to be farmi g fish in Wisconsin, Successful with books, Six thirty-nine Penny’s returning from Waterloo,Continue reading “Another year”
[Ill]
Not three, Means sick, But when I write I with the more I’s, Spell check makes it I will, That is as annoying as my ex telling all she’s sick, Her sistrrs too, And.that.her facts smell like sewage, Isn’t just saying that she feels unwell enough? I think so!
Money
Are lives judged, Hell yes, Vanna White on taxes puts down, Her job as I enter turner, I too have done something for thirty years! I write, I’m a writer, Money doesn’t denote my worth, Mom worked in the office and co-fatmed with dad and raised one hundred and one horses, American Quarter and PaintContinue reading “Money”
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