hoboannie
Profile
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
she is a ‘closet’ poet and photographer…who is ready to share, finally, her view of the world around her
Groups
hoboannie is a member of All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., AMERICA's National Parks and WILDLIFE Habitat, Animal Kingdom, Birds and Creatures of Flight, Butterflies, Skippers, Moths, & Other Winged Insects, Cars, Bikes and Motorsports, Challenge Café, Compassion, Courage & Friendship, Don't Fence Me In, Equine Art and Photography, Everyday Life, Gaia - The Living Planet, History, Insects, Bugs and Creepy Crawlies, Light and Reflection, Macro Untouched, Our K9 Friend, Petshop CS2, Self Portrait, Southwestern Beauty, The Birds, The Word Tree, Travel and Adventure, Trees and Wild Nature Photography & Writing.
Journal Entries
Desiderata
Posted 22 days ago.
Dirty Knees, Watching Bees
Posted 2 months ago, 5 comments so far.
On Bees and Dancing
Posted 3 months ago, 2 comments so far.
The Boost
Posted 4 months ago.
Baby Steps
Posted 4 months ago.
Art
Writings
Days of Ashes
Watching the dragon of fire devour the mountains, my hair begins to gray with the ashes of someone else’s life.
Black Widow
...In the shadow sits the temptress, / greasy black and ripe with seed…
Worth
it was no trouble to catch the tiny bird / he was a baby, after all
skinny dog
it’s not fair that my dog can eat / anything and everything all day long / and still remain at an attractive puppy weight
Dark Morning
my headache was instant upon waking…
Not a Dog
...begging forgiveness for sins I don’t remember…













