Wasn’t his type:lipstick, pierced ears, cool chiclooking for a light.
Sunset sprawls;Mother Earth’sexposed crownreadies for acareful clippingweeded and watered,watered and weeded. Don’t pour tearson serrated leaves;summer season’s slow,let latent buds … More
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
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
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
Time to collect sticks and slimy stones from forest stream.To bandage boo-boos, kiss my childrens’ playtime injuries.Time to spread knowledge; … More
Björn is the host for tonight’s Quadrille #147, a 44-word poem containing the word “eye.” I was inspired by my visit … More
DeJackson aka WhimsyGizmo tasked us with summoning our inner muse and creating a quadrille-44 word poem that includes the word … More
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.
I wanna wear a starry crownjangle jewels of joy, let my soul shinedespite the flawed design;seeds scattered in darknesssurvive underground.
Strike of matchleaf departing treefall of flint and ashsizzling flags set free.Skittering bones, wetrudge the season’s catacombs.
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
Stitches made from switches,momma said our mouths were ditches;beatings are a blight you can’t removegrowing up inside a shady groove.
A rocky stream never goes to bed,flows like a blackout curtainspilling me past the shallowswhere I cling and gasp,stranded on … More
Silver rings wound roundtwo fingers, tightness lingers,after many bobsup and down;our marriage isa merry-go-round. Laughter out on the town, thenthe … More
Traded Bess for some beans,but beans are seedsplanted proudly,rooted in determination,producing something from nothing-rabbits in hats,replenishing themselves,magic fountains of youth.The … More
Anthocyanin Angel,silky soak of sanity,the beveled glasslevels me; it steadiesafter each cerise sip.A blissful brook,a pencil’s tip,a chambré stream,wine sharpens … More
Swifter than eagles! Stronger than lions! What we just went through, a dance about to begin. A thing of beauty … More