Mary Bone

The mimic conforms,turning around,doing an about face.He changes colors,while pretending to besomething he isn't. … [Read more...] about The Mimic, By: Mary Bone

The prayer mats were unfolded,as a bright light filled the room.The Lord's grace filled this place.Heads were bowedgiving thanks,for the food and endless blessings. … [Read more...] about Prayer Mats, By: Mary Bone

Boombox blaringdown the street,dancing to the music-shuffling our feet.Boom box tied to my bikerolling down hills,I ride, ride, ride. … [Read more...] about Boom Box, By: Mary Bone

I rode my horseacross the margins,dust was flying all around.My journey was just beginning,when I landed on the footnotesof my imagination. … [Read more...] about Across The Margins, By: Mary Bone

It was the end of the season.Cooler temps were on the way.It had been a long, hot summer.Grasshoppers took over the garden-without rhyme or reason. … [Read more...] about End Of The Season, By: Mary Bone