hoboannie is adventurous, traveling the world with
a journal, a camera and an open mind
continually lost, she always manages to find her
way back home with stories and treasures that
otherwise would never have been unearthed
she is occasionally discovered sitting in a big clump of flowers so she can get up close and personal with bees,
of which she was terrified for 40 years of her life
“One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.”
—Helen Keller
Hoboannie is celebrating inclusion of her poem, “Worth” in the Red Bubble Book: Courage, Compassion, and Friendship.
She got a lovely review from bubbler John Robb:
“Worth is a short written piece that beautifully conveys the heartbreaking reality of some situations in this world – where you find that all the compassion you can give can’t stop the progress of heartbreak.”
Thanks, John…and thanks Red Bubble!
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Yesterday the black dog / appeared to be napping…
it was no trouble to catch the tiny bird / he was a baby, after all
Watching the dragon of fire devour the mountains, my hair begins to gray with the ashes of someone else’s life.
...In the shadow sits the temptress, / greasy black and ripe with seed…
it’s not fair that my dog can eat / anything and everything all day long / and still remain at an attractive puppy weight
my headache was instant upon waking…