I Flew Down Under

Cosmic Completion

Don’t Be Coy

A petite pen to tide over a tough Tuesday. 30 words or less to the artwork below. If you feel … More

A Sulky Sleep

Grumpy skies,cranky flat cloudforms my pillow;tucked to one side.Thunder grumblesas letdown lightning strikes. Pitter-patter,pins and needles,my sullenness pours.Gurgling gutter,I’m pulled … More

The Straw That Broke

A petite pen request for 30 words or less to artwork by Malcolm T. Liepke. If you feel inspired by … More

My Lady, Margarite

First eye to morning sun.She loves me; I eat those.She loves me not; drop those to rot.

Sabotaged Day

A sabotaged day–sky blends with cement,good intent bloated,a swirl of Earl Grey;the city is an ashtray.

Cosmic Grooming

A late-night petite pen request on this busy Tuesday. 15-25 words divined from the painting “Higher Self” by Spooky Girl. … More

Have I Told You Lately

I wrote this for a fun challenge on AllPoetry: pick a song your mother loves or loved and craft a … More

Evening Mothering

Happy Mother’s Day to all of my readers who are mothers, in any of the many capacities of the word. … More

Afternoon Mothering

An errant knight, I mount my faithful steed post tea-time, charge through bramble weed to rescue my fair children from … More

Midday Mothering~The Way Out

As we head towards Mother’s Day here in the United States, I am sharing some poems written about motherhood. I … More

Mothering~Midmorning

As we head towards Mother’s Day here in the United States, I am sharing some poems written about motherhood. I … More

Pre-Dawn Motherhood

Every spring,my son’s syncopated sneezes,water the green duvet covers,his cough, a predawn chorus,followed by a birth bath laughbut whether he … More

Haiku in Bloom

April’s patch of haiku are a bit thin due to National Poetry Writing Month. But, I’ve plucked a few of … More

NaPoWriMo#30 This Cruel Season

NaPoWriMo#29 I’m Just A Girl

This Poem Is Not Concrete

This poem is not concrete. It’s not set in stone nor cement. It’s sedentary. Neither resilient nor reliable, stable nor … More

NaPoWriMo#27 The Day’s Gone Stale

The day’s gone stale before noon,crusts of clouds I cannot chew. Crusts my lover chewed right throughso quick, I feared … More

Rememberances

NaPoWriMo#26 Song Thrush Spicket

Bird song through open windowwell before dawn,a dripping faucet song. He rests on rotting boughseat for morning’s leaky spout;his throat … More

Frances Finds Me

Frances finds me at night.Timid as a tornado.Strapped in a tranquilizerchair. Box hood locked tight. Bowels opened. Bled through.“Sit still.” … More

I’m the Boss, Applesauce

NaPoWriMo#24 invites us to visit the world of noir by asking us to create a larger-than-life simile. This tasty treat … More

NaPoWriMo#22~Font Size Matters

NaPoWriMo#22~The Only Thing

The Only Thing The only thing that can penetrate this moldy mansion overgrown with mossspewing toxins in the air;a mosquito’s … More