My best friend is a fuzzy bearded ladyshe’s got a built in sweaternothing better in February snowWinter days most folks don’t leave their nestwe take a walk in the parkthat’s just when Miss Iris likes it bestWe ain’t no circus sideshow, just a couple of weirdosmisfits and hobos, she’s my favorite shadowShe’s good company, sheContinue reading “Bearded Iris”
Author Archives: Amy Lashley
New Record=Flatland Blossoms
I (we) made a new record finally. It’s only been a bajillion years! You can pick up a copy at Otis’ (and my) online store. Click: here!
doo-dads
A few folksy bits of “art.” -Acrylic, oil pastel on discarded wood
Acrylic, oil pastels on scrap wood
You need these silly postcards. I made them.
Even a homebody needs to mosey now and then.
I am a lonesome hobo.
Doodle Bug
A Sucker Punch, Losing Mom and a Water Balloon Debacle.
“Don’t sugar coat it honey,” Aunt Francis said when I walked in the house holding my T-shirt up to my face, a stream of profanity spilling from my mouth like Sugar Creek in April. Francis was dabbing at the split in my lip with a wash cloth–avoiding eye contact. I think she was afraid I’dContinue reading “A Sucker Punch, Losing Mom and a Water Balloon Debacle.”
Francis Hates Coupons and Henry the Dog Hates Foreign Cars
Aunt Francis liked Miller High Life in the summer, or sweet tea with a big old splash of Kentucky bourbon and ice to the top of the glass. She’d strut around barefoot in cutoff Levis and her favorite T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. It was Uncle Fred’s old UAW tee–faded navy blue with tinyContinue reading “Francis Hates Coupons and Henry the Dog Hates Foreign Cars”
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