Happy middle of the week to all. Hello. So we've finally arrived at the last day ofJuly. It was a busy month and truth be told, this is the limit…
Iwill loveyou until the last star ebbsuntil darkness falls and douses me in webs for however long densenesslingers so will my love endure patiently, assuredly, purely—I will love you until the last star ebbs…
I never noticed the door there before--neverimagined a door there was needed. Like acrucible of dalliances supersedes catastrophes--why hadn't I noticed the blue door before? not to be hysterical, not…
Hello friends. This week’s W3 Prompt #117 hosted by our beloved Sadje, is where theparty’s at. Please take a look: https://skepticskaddish.com/2024/07/24/w3-prompt-117-weave-written-weekly/ Details: I. The prompt poem: ‘What amuses me?’, a…
Noonday lays bare—an open parenthesis,summering endlessly with cicadas' melodiespumps me buoyant, all tensions easeBut the seagull washed up in the sea...How do you figure?The tiny red spider waiting by the…
On July 21st, the full moon night was cloudy. So the following evening found me sittingat the beach reading and waiting to see the moon rise. I read as much…
WDYS # 246 Sadje says: Does this picture inspire you to write something? For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a white wolf standing in a foggyforest, with white…
Christmas is NOT about Santa and presents. It’s something far more important thanthat, and I hope that’s the feeling you take away from this story, and the longish poemtoo. Happy…
Landslides. Flooding. Lives have been lost. I happen to feel depressed about the havoc the rains have caused us here in Japan. The symbolism is strong. And I pray: More miracles, please.
It gives me great pleasure to share my review of Joni Karen Caggiano's poetrybook, One Petal At A Time with you, dear readers, and even more pleasure tohave it published…
Hello, lovely people. Happy Friday to all. Here's the teaser for my new poem: They’ve been whispering at the officeassuminghypothecatingpiercing him with suspicious staresThat Lipstick markis an eyesoreon the shirt…
Kousa Dogwood your rough bark animates myyard at all timesthe symbol of you fires meas days drag on your cover of branches shadesmy patio your crowned hair awakens meto the new springred…