Everything in her house was CREAM colored. From LAMPS to the art she was forever finding to the rugs and curtains. Her ability to AMASS items around this theme had led some members of her social circle to wonder if there was something slightly AMISS, as if the need to surround oneself with white must surely indicate some stain that was being covered up. Whatever the motivation, it made visits to her home stressful, as her obsession didn’t necessarily extend to the food and drink so generously laid out. Nothing makes a party hum quite like the worry of spilling a robust Cabernet on a plush white rug or splashing a gazpacho all over the pristine white tablecloth.

Georg’ann

In the garden cherry tomatoes sprawl
Tentacles filled with green balls 
that refuse to ripen, 
no tangy reds or sugar sweet yellows 
Tiny leafed BASIL cowers under the tangled mass
My QUASI garden feeds a brazen rat 
as we watch from the window. 
Earlier this season, birds ate every sacred raspberry.
I got not one berry of any kind. 
No more pleasure will ARISE 
from the efforts put forth in spring
when the earth was a canvas full of promise
Summer came, my painting went AMISS

Heather