The highway lanes of the riverhave a hush–black tarmac, gum smack,broken rest stop toilet flush.
Tag: Nature
All Youth Is Dead
I had the privilege to write alongside some very talented, young writers this week as together we tackled the prompt … More
Raindrops Wink
A rainy morning means there’s a brilliant breeze here this evening, sweeping through the house and making everything feel refreshed … More
Harvest Moon
Harvest moon Ripe for the picking Bleeds though cotton field clouds I pull the fluffy lint of the year Try … More
True Amor
A Watery Soul
I’ve waded far enough. Time to bend stretch, and remove the stone that dams a watery soul.
The Sturgeon Moon
The stirrer matures in the muddy night,deep pools of black for him to glide.Living fossil, his snout points high,relic of … More
Pillow Fightin’ Clouds
Resurgence
I penned this poem at the base of Niagara’s Horseshoe Falls as I clumsily tried to capture the magic of … More
Summer Dream
Asleep on my watch Camouflage waters Conceal peeling waves Army green mesh Militaristic surf Corporal winds inspect the turf The … More
Felo de sea and sky
A Trusted Tune
Humid Haiku
June’s regular heat wave has been amplified by both infuriating current events and my personal heated conflicts. I think this … More
Topless Thursday
White bralette of clouds holds the bosom in the sky. I take my daily X-ray without a vest, and ask … More
A Meadow Lark
The First Day of Summer Vacation
Uncertain Fate
Care for a petite pen? Très bien for a busy Tuesday. This one calls for 25 words or less to … More
Wandering Tributary
You’re my tributary,the fork that feeds my stream.Rushing waters,my healing.
Beach Day
Waves snap like crisp sheets All the wrinkles will release Beach day bed making Dolphins Fred Neil
As Do I
This is a Late Night Poet Art of Seduction write for a rainy Friday. I wade into her watery hairnude, … More
The Finest Threads
I. Sunlight sneaksits bobbins throughthe deciduous trees.Stitches needlelace acrossthe open neck of the lake.Willing waters,ready to please,ready to partake.
A Wistful Watermelon
Back when watermelon used to have seeds before it was bred out of ‘em, my two sisters and I would … 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
NaPoWriMo#12 Dent De Lion
The dent de lion lies in waiton the shady side of the bike pass,a blur of freckles as I pass. … More
Yard Sale of Thoughts 