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 Plunge

“It’s lopsided.” “Better?” I shift the shield over Brenda’s eyes. Adjust her metal cave. Clank on the side a few … More

Rememberances

Stories Written In Chalk

Draw a box,hopscotch,tippy toes,count and hop.This spring,my son’s Titanic sinksin the concrete sea.Impressionistic flowers,daughter’s rainbow fingersarch with belief.I raise my … More

My Easter Bunny Heart

Happy Easter! I’m traveling today, so I thought I’d re-post some Easter-themed pieces from the past, you know, just in … More

The Slaughter of Spring

“Tree’s dead.” Grayson pointed at it on our way to fetch the children from school. I followed him, even though … More

Quadrille #145 Nibble Me Numb

The Duke of Diction

Oh, Thesaurus,may your name be sungin the great halls of every library. May you never be confusedwith paltry Theseus who … More

The Quarepuca

The Quarepuca met me in the squarewith forns of gold but not one hair,his four-leaf charlock held mid-air,pink barber poles … More

Draw Out a Water Muse–Quadrille #143

DeJackson aka WhimsyGizmo tasked us with summoning our inner muse and creating a quadrille-44 word poem that includes the word … More

Mont Saint-Michel

I found it only once–a full seashellfloating where waters rescind,spiraling to the heavens in grandiosity.

The Truth About Tinsel–Quadrille #142

The truth about tinsel:poor man’s ice,telltale trashbag tree,treebangs of the 80’ssprinkled to hidethe ugly limbs,the dried dull-grey,the balding spots.

Towards the Dawn

Battered women have a tenseness to them. Huddled in a circle at the monthly support meeting, our shoulders connect, stiff … More

A Starry Crown-Quadrille #141

I wanna wear a starry crownjangle jewels of joy, let my soul shinedespite the flawed design;seeds scattered in darknesssurvive underground.

Spent the day at Blue Sky Beach

Tis of Me

Time to take out the creativity kit
channel Betsy Ross and try to stitch
a new flag of unity
from the chiaroscuro scrapes
of tunnel-visioned division,
the bias binding of a social disease

A Writer’s Inbox

A writer’s inbox is no man’s land. Hit the circular arrow button, but it is returned with a random blitz … More

The Fear of Dormancy

What if you need a ticket to get in the final show? Or the creator’s a superhero, and you can’t … More

Ashes are for Remembrance

Strike of matchleaf departing treefall of flint and ashsizzling flags set free.Skittering bones, wetrudge the season’s catacombs.

The Reborn BreakUp

Barefoot followerchasing a racing pulsecement wallowera full stride repulse

Appliance Reliance

1~Clear out the lint-filled clouds,the inky sky’s settled informing a permanent stain,and the sun’s spin cyclecan’t wring out worrylines that … More

Writer’s Blockade

I wake to bitter sea spray, a writer’s blockade. An act of war, I’m sure of it, and the chains … More

Famished Frogs

Nothing’s wrong, but worry lingers on.Putrid pond, scum forms tight bonds.Frogspawn, mutant genes carry on.Tadpoles feed on fresh-water encephalon.Growing long, … More