Barb Edler
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January 30, 2024: Fog
A little post about the foggy weather and a hopeful spring haiku. Continue reading
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Thursday, January 25, 2024
Left early this morning to catch a train in Macomb, Illinois on its way to Chicago to view a modern art exhibit. More about that later. On the way to the station, I was terrified we wouldn’t make it; fortunately,… Continue reading
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January 26, 2024
Day drinking is an art. A needed escape from winter’s bleak weather. Day Drinkingrain drizzlesdampening our winter spiritsmight as well get high asSears Towergift wrapped in cottonwe weave belowbetween bloodiesmicros, nitros, shots of rumuntil we’re good and numb BE Continue reading
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January 27, 2024
Some lives are destined to end badly. Untimely EndI met Crazy But Happybehind Jubilee Lanesshe was going nowhere fastsmoking a fattyshe shared her big dreamsmoving to southern shorespainting landscapesgolden white I couldn’t believeshe was found fetal curled, frozenleaving behind an… Continue reading
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Naive & Gullible: A Good Laugh at Myself
I remember choosing to attend Mount Mercy College when I was a senior in high school. I really wanted to go to Luther College, but Mount Mercy was a local school, and I could commute. This enabled me to not… Continue reading
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January 18, 2024
You don’t always get what you want, and sometimes just when you think you’ve got it figured out, you find out you were wrong again. One of my favorite character quotes is from John Updike’s short story, “Friends from Philadelphia.”… Continue reading
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A Journal and A Challenge
“Oh, earth, you’re too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? — every, every minute?” Emily from Thorton Wilder’s Our Town It’s the beginning of a new year. Life continues… Continue reading
Sitting Behind the Eight Ball 