August 1, 2014

Susan enjoys spending time wandering Indiana with her camera and her four-footed friend Bogey.  She resides in Indianapolis, IN  Turkey Run is one of her favorite places to visit. For more information about Turkey Run State Park, click on this link... 



    I can't depend on the cat, he'll never tell. I know they're in there though, I can hear them laughing. Everyday at lunch, half-way up the walk, I stop and listen. I can feel the house breathing, panting from their ruckus as they dance on the counter tops, slide their fairy feet through leftover ketchup on the plates, hang from the corners of my picture frames. And everyday, at lunch, I sneak up to the door and fling it open—and am greeted by silence—and the cat. God, they're fast. I look for evidence—patterns in the ketchup like tracks on a junkies arm, lopsided pictures hanging on the walls. Weighted corners and dead plants. I know they've been peeing in my plants because the soil is dry except for one small moist spot.

  Kat is currently living, working, and writing in Atlanta.  She lived in Indiana for a brief time in the early 1970's.  She is currently working on a poetry chapbook and enjoying time with her family.

"The Cooling Breath"

    As a child during the 1960's I was plagued with sudden, unexplained fevers.  A frequent event that had the doctors mystified and my mother running for the alcohol bottle.  Rubbing alcohol, that is.  She was a firm believer that alcohol sponge baths would quickly reduce a fever.  Of course, it didn't work, and as my temperature raged, I slipped into unconsciousness.

Our Land-- our Home-- the common home indeed
Of soil-born children and adopted ones--
The stately daughters and the stalwart sons
Of Industry--: All greeting and godspeed!
O home to proudly live for, and if need
Be proudly die for, with the roar of guns
Blent with our latest prayer--. So died men once...
Lo Peace...! As we look on the land They freed--
Its harvests all in ocean-over flow
Poured round autumnal coasts in billowy gold--
Its corn and wine and balmed fruits and flow'rs--,
We know the exaltation that they know
Who now, steadfast inheritors, behold
The Land Elysian, marvelling 'This is ours?'

James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley was an American writer, poet, and best selling author. During his lifetime he was known as the "Hoosier Poet" and "Children's Poet" for his dialect works and his children's poetry respectively.

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