Tending to Make Peace

Before Next Spring

The Marriage of True Minds

Way More than Cool

Wasn’t his type:lipstick, pierced ears, cool chiclooking for a light.

Rising Stars

Above me, green pom-poms rustle in the trees like the ones my sister held above the artificial turf at our … More

On a Jet Plane

I Grew up in a Rookery

Ingrid is the host for Poetics at the d’Verse Poet’s Pub. She asks us to take inspiration from birds of … 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 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

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