Angi and the Wonder Hunters


Welcome to My Wonder Show!

Angi and the Wonder Hunters is currently in production and you can find all our segments shot so far on my YouTube channel

This blog features all the colorful variety of our show: little clips of fun and frolic, saucy sermons, travel, singing and lots of shenanigans. There are also a few bits thrown in here and there from my writing desk. 

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September 22, 2020

Memory of Wings

I came upon herlate in the dayat the edge of the path,alone. The armless maidenThe wingless angelwhatever one would call herthere she wasstranded. Kneeling at the gravesideeyes turned toward heavenbeseechingor accusingno way to tell. Hands and armscrumbled to dustand I am remindedof the fairy-tale girlbetrayed by her fathergiven away like chattel. The daughtersacrifices her hands,surrenders them to bloody stumps,rather than be boughtand tradedlike so muchlumber. But this one–this forgotten girlat the edge of the pathhas lost more than hands.Rising from her backrusty bones that once heldwings. The twisted ironhovers behind heras if it remembersflight. The crumbling remnantsreach toward heavenbeseechingor accusingno […]
September 20, 2020

Stand By Me

I DID IT! I DID IT! I did something I’ve never done before! I’M SINGING online! Blame it on Ruth Bader Ginsberg, I just needed to fill the void left behind with song. The kids playing outside my window, the cry of the seagulls, the beachgoers having fun…all joined into the soundtrack. If you stay allllll the way to the end, YOU GET A PRIZE. I love you guys. I stand with her. I stand with you.
September 17, 2020

Return to yourself…

You have been forced to enter empty time.The desire that drove you has relinquished.There is nothing else to do now but restAnd patiently learn to receive the selfYou have forsaken for the race of days. At first your thinking will darkenAnd sadness take over like listless weather.The flow of unwept tears will frighten you. You have traveled too fast over false ground;Now your soul has come to take you back. Take refuge in your senses, open upTo all the small miracles you rushed through. Become inclined to watch the way of rainWhen it falls slow and free. Imitate the habit […]