Category: animals
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SYMBIOSIS – Mutualistic or Parasitic
(Subject: CONTEST based upon and inspired by Marrilynn Ready’s photograph of a curious cat, with the distinctive coloring of a marshmallow/caramel sundae, who perches within the branches of a leafless tree at the start of spring – http://writingraw.com/index.html) Ever on the outside gazing toward the inner circle of life – or death – Through windows,
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Dear Congressperson
I oppose H.R. 4089: Sportsmen’s Heritage Act of 2012 because…hunting is unquestionably profit-making violence…over-reproduction of wild-life (not to mention farm “life”) is promoted by DNR agencies to keep the money flowing…400 million bucks (pardon the pun) generated annually in our state and 2300 jobs for relatives…all due to “hunting” which is rationalized every which way
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A brief ode to Issie…
Anxiety changed to relief…sadness turned to happiness. ♥ Pills transform the ailing heart as certainly as a caress. I write of my own tiny adopted best friend, a cat! =^..^= I pray ALL other homeless animals find love–and that’s that!
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Susie Sexton rhymes yet again!
“People” news so enticing But animals the icing! Sorry to say they need us To help them reap their justice. Congrats, humans so happy! ADOPT A PET THOUGH…AND MAKE ITSNAPPY!!! (please, oh please?) ♥!!! P.S. i do not eat green eggs and ham, and i do not care who is jennifer aniston’s new boyfriend, damn!
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OH, DEAR!
Hosea 2:18 : “And in that day I will make a covenant for them with the beasts of the field, and with the fowls of heaven, and with the creeping things of the ground: And I will break the bow and the sword and the battle out of the earth, and will make them to
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Here I Do Be…
HERE I DO BE POSTING THESE SWEET SOULS ASKING THAT ALL WHO CAN MIGHT HELP WITH GOALS– STOP THE DEATHS AND RELEASE THESE ANGELS ALL! CLICK “SHARE”, FOSTER, E-MAIL, ADOPT OR CALL! …JOIN US DAILY, IF FOR EVEN ONE SEC! LET’S DO WHAT WE CAN? WHY NOT? WHAT THE HECK? THANKS FOR CARING, SHARING AND
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ah, a poem by me…sans copyright.…how nice
Open up your heart…begin to understand…learn acceptance today. 56 billion sentient beings, consumed yearly, alive must stay. 6-9 million domesticated souls wiped from earth’s face each year. Blame Gods, Nature, weaponry, wars? Truthfully, ’tis ourselves we must fear. (Me.)
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“Here I Do Be With Hat in Hand” – An Ode to the Campaign
a poem???? here i do be with hat in hand… imploring that you understand…. that for some unknown patriotic reason… hubby wishes to become a small town mayor for a season. he loves all people everywhere… me? for animals i mostly care. he’s a conservative republican cat… i’m a progressive, free-thinking democrat…. stop by this
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A Poem to Share…
a poem: some facebookers do not like this sweet “share”. well, bite me cuz i don’t really much care! when PUSH comes to LOVE, why it’s good to SHOVE sweet faces onto monitors all … so save lives by making a cell call.
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SETTING OURSELVES APART
What have I read via local news sources this past week? “Harvesting” deer even though those animals may harbor “bovine tuberculosis”? “Locally grown meat” is best? (I kid you not.) Legislating “social” issues? “Wars” have assured us our freedoms? Mistrust and fear and contentiousness should rule our foreign policies? Program our children to become suspicious, judgmental, and damagingly
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Climbing Jacob’s Letter — whoa there now!
To Dear Jacob from Dear Susie: (neither of us shooting the messenger I hope.) Your beautiful name filled with Biblical allusions running the gamut from purchase of brother Esau’s birthright to synonymy with ” Israel “? Well, be advised that “Susie” Is Hebrew-originated also. Thus, our Judeo-names, selected by our parents, place us squarely upon
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Susie, In a Sense…a Broad!
As I consider myself nothing nor nobody more than Peter Sellers in Being There or at my liveliest as Inspector Clousseau, it is difficult to make “Susie” sound interesting? I am proudest of being the Mother of Roy, whom I consider the person I would most wish to be. I grew up in a very
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A life richly lived and appropriately, effusively celebrated – Ball State University honors Susie Duncan Sexton
From Roy: “I couldn’t be prouder of my mom Susie Duncan Sexton. This article is from The Ball State University Honors College alumni magazine. The author Olivia Power captured my mom’s spirit and soul. This is a beauty, and Olivia wove all of the threads of my mom’s life – her writing, her books, her advocacy,
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Rat Packs, Hoosier Lobbyists, & Blind Boys!
True, I seem to qualify as a participant in a “clique” of folks a bit more advanced in age, experience and hard-won wisdom…who also specialize in nostalgic FUN! For instance, classmate Dr. Harry Staley notified me that he often accompanied his dad after sunset to assist in repairing the Blue Bell factory’s countless sewing machines. Don York shared that Harry’s dad, Harry, Sr.,
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PET PEEVISHNESS…PLUS THE REDEEMING GLORIES OF THE CAT IN THE BOX
“I’d be a terrible superhero. I’d see the signal calling in the sky from home and be like, ‘I literally just sat down.’ ” Credit: darling fellow blogger Beth Kennedy! People who bore us all with their pet peeves? THOSE very dopes are MY pet peeves. Granted that life overflows with inconveniences, annoying humans, political shenanigans,
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WAIT! PRIOR TO TOSSING ME INTO A WEATHERED HATBOX…READ ME FIRST?
“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.” ~ Henry David Thoreau “Cousin, we should earnestly, nobly meet the highest expectations of our illegitimate great great great great grandfather President
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TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION – AN ODD ODYSSEY
(As always, click on the hyperlinked words for an audiovisual surprise!) “The average dog is a nicer person than the average person.” ~ Andy Rooney NOT EVERYONE APPROVES OF A STYLE OF WRITING REFERRED TO AS POETRY, BUT “LISTEN MY CHILDREN AND YE SHALL HEAR” — PRE WINTER — A SUMMERTIME REVERIE. TREACHEROUS ROADTRIPS TRAVERSING
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UPTON SINCLAIR, LET’S RAKE MUCK ONE FINAL TIME – To Restore Biodiversity
Thankfully, an increasingly dwindling number of Homo sapiens seem to be revealing these days that they remain unfathomably ignorant, foolishly stubborn and downright awful about an appropriately changing world. Well, hoo-ray for diminishing stats and fewer and fewer dim bulbs! Vacuous apathetic dead-heads and sniggering bullies certainly sense that they are on the losing end
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THE SECRET OF CHANGE…
“Character is like a tree and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.” ~ Abraham Lincoln And so the story goes: as a toddler, I left the party in the living room as I stumbled past all of the clinking cocktail glasses, above my determined gaze, and
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SUBMISSION TO “ALFRED HITCHCOCK PRESENTS….”
(With an Homage to Cinematic Hitch!) My Wikipedia googling capabilities seem to be on the fritz, Dear Fabled Master Director, thus I’m unable to recall the evening of and the time — registered by the chiming of the old grandfather clock in the corner — for your suspense-inducing broadcasts during television’s Golden Age of perpetual
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Farewell to meat cleavers!
“Those who describe animals as not having any thoughts or feelings come closer to that description than the animals they are trying to describe.” ~ Edward Alberola I am reincarnated! Originally, I existed as a “Do(e), a deer…a female deer” living a frightened life of skittishness and mind-numbing shyness. Lyricist Oscar Hammerstein II placed me
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THIS IS THE LIFE: BLOGS & DOGS!
Attorney and former neighbor Earl Tison, whom I desired to adopt the moment I met him, exclaimed frequently, “Susie, if anybody should start a blog, it would be you!” Computer-less at that particular time, I had no concept of precisely what he might be suggesting, as a consequence of myriad moon-light porch chats at his
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WHO WOULDA THUNK IT? BOTH A LITERARY- HISTORIAN & AN OLD FRIEND VISIT OUR NEIGHBORHOOD!
Beautiful sunny April afternoons never ought to be spent listening to indoor lectures — while sitting on uncomfortable folding chairs. However, IF some particular orator bears credentials of a Fulbright Scholar, a professorship, a Ph.D, a near Pulitzer prize, a notable recognition from TIME Magazine, and several stunning novels as well as a much loved
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TWO FOR THE ROAD –a Pre-Submitted Dual Eulogy
“If you’re feeling fancy free, come wander through the world with me, and any place we chance to be, will be a rendezvous. Two for the road, we’ll travel down the years, collecting precious memories, selecting souvenirs, and living life the way we please. In the summertime the sun will shine, in winter we will
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CATTY-LOGUE (similar to PROLOGUE or PREAMBLE or FOREWORD AS WELL AS BACKWARD & AFTERWORD & EPIC-LOGUE)
On behalf of our crazy cat lady mama named Susie An explanation of her thought process which is a doozy: This girl with a curl in the middle of her furrowed forehead Is verbose, candid, impassioned…veering from sweet to horrid! We “rescued” felines gather ’round her desk like eager muses Perched on paper piles, swivel
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A Love Story…starring Jack and Zelda
“Some people don’t understand why we help animals in need. We don’t understand why they wonder.” – Lucky Dog Rescue Blog “Where do I begin to tell the story of how great a love can be?” Well, now… that assignment is easy as pie! Most folks who rrrreally know and understand me realize that I
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A LITTLE TURTLE GOES A LONG WAY
(or A LITTLE TRAVELER’S BIG TAIL/TALE) On a crisp autumn 1986 morning seeming as if only yesterday, wood-carver Stuart Smith and his wife Ada, the premier cook of this or any other community and who might never be equaled nor surpassed not even by Paula Deen, approached our front door carrying a pail holding “Traveler”
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Spielberg’s Spirited Steed Inspires Memories of Literary Heroes
Magnificence of message, which not even Walt Disney or David O. Selznick captured at the top of their games, appealed to captivated audiences on Christmas Day, 2011. Nature in its original pastoral loveliness — appreciated by valiant, well-meaning humankind — ought never be defiled by greed, violence, enslavement, assembly-line manufacturing of weaponry or the nightmarish
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Life Lessons from Best Friends
(“What important life lesson have you learned from your companion animal(s)?”) How do fortunate, appreciative Homo sapiens properly capture, in mere words, the loyalty, joie de vivre, serenity and adaptability and acceptance as well as general all-around heaven that “pets” demonstrate and provide? Aside from daily moment to moment co-bonding in both enjoyment and endurance
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How Many Roads Must a Person Walk Down?
“How many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesn’t see? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind. The answer is blowing in the wind…” ~ B. Dylan Slap. Spank. WAAAAAAH. Boy? Girl? Free will? Predetermined fate? Conform? Challenge the status quo? Live until you die? Hide yourself
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MOTHERHOOD / DAUGHTERHOOD
To account for four missing decades, I record that a son got born onto an Earth spiraling downward. In spite of this world’s dullness, intermittent confusion and sometimes cluttered turmoil, Roy never failed to impress. Always smiling and polite and fascinated with any surroundings, he seemed to have appeared “out of the nowhere into here”,
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Personal Theories, Houses, Dirty Words, Childbirth, Misjudged Gargoyles, Overrated Angels
Poets Sandburg and Frost never leave my side; Carl is fun and positive and bans all adjectives, while Robert is melancholy and depressed. Whitman sings himself and celebrates himself. Dickinson must have been male…her profundity gives her true gender away – depth disguised inside terse lacy language. Truman Capote, however, reveled in his femininity so
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Facing Up to a Missing Link … and My Resultant Veganism
(restricted audiences only) “We admit that we are like apes, but we seldom realize that we are apes.” ~ Richard Dawkins Bopped on the bean with a Rosetta Stone, I submit my last will and testament. My funeral may not draw crowds, but the tarring, feathering, drawing and quartering on our courthouse lawn may
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Once Upon a Time…
Blustery wind gales, accompanied by Rice-Krispie-like snappling of sleety teensy hail-nuggets, assaulted our front porch. Wicker furniture, evoking pleasant sunny summer memories, squeaked forlornly out of sync with a perturbed, ferocious mood-swing of Mother Nature. Motion-lights highlighted confused weather patterns which scooted planters hither, thither, and yon. Pajama-clad, I groggily approached the front door, opened
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Sonnets from the Porch – and Geese
Midnight approached quickly. What an active 24 hours of advocacy on behalf of local wild-life, not found in taverns but rather the world of nature. Printer loaded, Talk of the Town’s account of Squawk Back activities entered into scan mode. Vtech phone jingled off the hook. Information from a dear friend, freshly home recuperating from
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Yawns, Cuddles, and Dreams
Families happen all over the world. Gaggles of geese squawk with their goslings. Bucks, does, and fawns dance through fields. Horses nuzzle colts. Cats groom their kittens. Doggies cuddle with new-born pups. Daddy wears ties and rushes off to the office. Mommy vacuums and bakes cakes and writes stories for the newspaper. A brother and
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A Dog Story and A Cautionary Tale
Winter of 1983 settled in, and my freshly dismal world crashed around me. Saddest season of my 37 years of living. Daddy, aged 37 the year I was born, died of a massive cerebral hemorrhage one month past, when October leaves turned orange, yellow, red. Surrounding, oppressive gloom weighed heavily as I slouched all nestled
Misunderstood Gargoyles and Overrated Angels 