One More Shaking Step

One More Shaking Step

I hear the rumbling drill The scream of saw on metal He’s taking down the carport Crushed beneath the storm The tree’s already gone Remnants resting by the curb Piles of limbs and branches Lying next to piles of desolate debris Discarded pieces of our home Broken pieces of memories A life carelessly altered A [...]

Strange New World

Strange New World

Hurricane Micheal has altered the landscape of the Florida Panhandle so drastically that it often feels like I’m existing in a different place entirely.  It’s is like living in a strange new world. Landmarks the I used to pass by, often without a thought, are seen more clearly now in their absence. Photo by Linda [...]

The Poetry of Michael

The Poetry of Michael

The buzz of chainsaws Awaken me each morning No need to set an alarm  Their hum as constant As the piles of debris  I navigate on my way to work  Thankful I still have a job The streets look different  Once familiar roads greet me With four-way stops Marking intersections  Where traffic lights used to [...]

The Poetry of Michael: Your Grace is Enough

The Poetry of Michael: Your Grace is Enough

Since Hurricane Michael swept through our area, the days have been long. The road ahead, oh so daunting. Yet, every day I am witness to a moment of beauty, a word of comfort, and so much hope. From these, the poetry of Michael emerges. In need of a miracle After facing the storm Healing our [...]

Miles of Broken, From the Art of Michael

Miles of Broken, From the Art of Michael

The Art of Michael is a group of Florida Panhandle artists and writers who have come together to share their work inspired by the destruction and aftermath of Hurricane Michael. There is pain, but also hope in their art. Miles and miles of debris Line streets once shaded By trees of green. The trees are [...]

Hurricane Michael: Before and After

Like so many, Hurricane Michael has altered our lives in ways we are just beginning to discover. John snapped this picture of our house back in September and then the one below it a few days after Michael blew through. (My new car is under the carport). At first, the devastation was overwhelming, but having [...]