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…
When horses run, they leap, touch down, just to repeat Like our lives moving, leaping between highs and lows To aim to delay touch downs is life's true sorrow Best…
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…
Editorial Reviews "A profound documentary work with the power to connect us with ourselves andeach other." - H. Hennenburg, author of TEN"Her poetry celebrates and consecrates the ordinary in innovative ways, with thepossibility…
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…
Eyes are for looking Eyes are for looking And seeing sun Tongues are for greeting And saying fun Legs are for walking slowly And also run Hands are for shaking…
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…