Monday, Monday Please Trust That Day

They will happen here Monday.
The words of others.
The ones to whom this blog truly belongs.
Yes, they were there.
If you are interested in any one thing, or have questions for them, let me know, here/
I comunicate with them.
I can ask them for you
And then they will write their stories
in answer to your questions
You might like that
I know they might find your interests fascinating
I am the lonely interloper
But I take my position seriously
And await your comments

I am thrilled to be almost back to school
What will the cool old people think about cyberspace?
Will you show up to read what they have written?
I have to tell you lots of my best friends
are almost 90!
What time travellers they are.
They will arrive soon.
Bookmark this page!
F

Today Is the First Day of the Rest of Fire Life

I am writing today as the ashes fall and the sun creates a butterscotch luminosity, a giant angel who fell too fast and burst into flames in the forest.
Welcome to our Firehouse.
I must tell you that I will not be the solitary writer here.
In fact, this blog will feature the work of many writers.
These cats get together every Monday at the Valley Village Senior Center in North Hollywood, CA, to tell stories, write tales and essays, share thoughts for the day. Now they are going to publish, right here, just for you!
Stories about the way it was, that might lend some insight into why it is what it is now.
We will tell you more about the Tea and Tales Writer's Group, as this blog moves on in time.
This early evening, I just wanted to say thanks for keeping me company.
There's an eeriness to this blaze, though the sunsets are glorious.
To be continued.
Fiera Mooney