Tag Archives: D. G. Lambo-Weidner

FROM MRS. HUMBUG TO YOU – A (sort of) Holiday Greeting

Posted on December 19, 2019 by

“‘Tis one week ’til Christmas,” resounds through the house. “And nothing’s been hung on the tree,” groans my spouse. Up go his arms in a frenzy, a near panic. “‘Twas weeks ago I dragged the box down from the attic! … Continue reading →

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IT’S DECEMBER? WHAT HAPPENED TO NOVEMBER?

Posted on December 5, 2019 by

I woke up this morning, with my back to a tree wond’ring how on earth my chin hairs had grown past my dimpled knees. The last thing I remember, someone cried out, “trick-or-treat!” Now it’s suddenly December? Are those gnomes … Continue reading →

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ODE TO ME BONNIE BLUE PLAID WELLIES

Posted on October 30, 2019 by

Oh, y’ve done me well, me bonnie blue plaid wellies,   always keepin’ me from sinkin’ deep in bogs squishy, black, an’ smelly.     I’ve enjoyed our strolls across lush fairy glens, twistin’ up trails o’ sweet smellin’ heather,

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THE CASE OF THE PURLOINED PICKLE

Posted on September 5, 2019 by

Alice Wetherby-Pimms had a peculiar penchant for pickles. Be they sweet, sour, or dill, the child was mad about brined cucumbers. Chips, chunks, cubes, finely chopped relishes, halves, slices, spears, sticks and whole, no matter their shape, Alice craved them … Continue reading →

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MINING 4 MEMORIES IN THE LEAST LIKELY PLACE

Posted on July 18, 2019 by

webs of spun silk billow in morning’s mild breeze sparkling orbs handiwork of moonlight’s toil twinkle plucked from the cosmos of recollection a cache of memories cling to spider’s haphazard roadmap many muddled fuzzy out of reach others beckon for … Continue reading →

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