What do you see
When you peer at me
Through my window screen? Continue reading
Poetry
If It Didn’t Sound So Crazy…
IF IT DIDN’T SOUND SO CRAZY, I’D WRITE a story about a mermaid and a farmer.
IF IT DIDN’T SOUND SO CRAZY, I’D WRITE an essay on a magical moving pen.
IF IT DIDN’T SOUND SO CRAZY, I’D WRITE a book about a ghost with a moving murmur.
IF IT DIDN’T SOUND SO CRAZY, I’D WRITE a tale about a wolf and a wren who share a den. Continue reading
THE CREATIVE
We need to be sensible, we’re told,
yet if we forgo the sensitive, our poems won’t unfold. Continue reading
The Dinner Party
Let’s invite them over for dinner, my guy says to me
Nodding at new neighbors we’d met only shortly
I hem I haw, what if they’re boring or worse talk nonstop
What if they hate spinach and despise chocolate? Continue reading
The Empty Refrigerator
Probably it’s in our genetic make-up, somehow
Relating to risk versus action as we sat in our caves
Oh those thousands of years ago, when Continue reading
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