All poetry and photos by Squeaky Connors unless otherwise noted, thank you.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

wag your tail, it's wednesday (almost)





What Dogs are Wearing in MN This Summer

It's all about the Torn Tied Tee.

Tied on either side, the back or even front you can repurpose any t-shirt into a fashion statement. Tear it a lot, a little or not at all, whatever suits your personal style. However you decide to wear it, just make sure it's a t-shirt that you have permission to use. You don't want Daddy getting mad when he heads to the luau and can't find his surfer tee.

Friday, July 8, 2011


STONE
TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING
THROUGH THE DESERT .
DURING SOME POINT OF THE
JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN
ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND
SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE
IN THE FACE

THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED
WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT
SAYING ANYTHING,
WROTE IN THE SAND ,

TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE .

THEY KEPT ON WALKING,
UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,
WHERE THEY DECIDED
TO TAKE A BATH

THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN
SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE
MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING,
BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.

AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM
THE NEAR DROWNING,
HE WROTE ON A STONE:

'TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SAVED MY LIFE'

THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED
AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND
ASKED HIM, 'AFTER I HURT YOU,
YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW,
YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?'

THE FRIEND REPLIED
'WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US
WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN
IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF
FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.

BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US,
WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE
WHERE NO WIND
CAN EVER ERASE IT'

LEARN TO WRITE
YOUR HURTS IN
THE SAND AND TO
CARVE YOUR
BENEFITS IN STONE.

I don't know the author of this story but I love the message. You could also write the hurts in snow (if you live in Minnesota) and then they could melt away.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

wag your tail, it's wednesday


I just love a party!

Stella with our friends Ben & Yvonne

summer showers




standing on the front porch,
watching summer showers,
hoping that the rain,
doesn't drown my flowers

watching children laughing,
shouting with such glee,
oh how I remember,
when that child was me