Published in Paper Poetry

·3 days ago

Well Earned Rest in the Afternoon Sun

In ottava rima — I look back squinting, in case it was not what I did really think that I do see. Look down again into the eyes of what was this red rodent staring back at me. What’s in his cute white paws? What has he brought? Some small and shiny gift that couldn’t be. So painfully, I crawl…

W 18 Prompt

4 min read

Published in The Daily Cuppa

·6 days ago

One Can’t but Notice Every Little Thing

Sunday sonnet —

Poetry

1 min read

One Can’t but Notice Every Little Thing

Sunday sonnet

Published in The Lark

·Jun 22

Sitting in the Rocking Chair Out Back

A sonnet —

Poetry

1 min read

Sitting in the Rocking Chair Out Back

A sonnet

Published in The Daily Cuppa

·Jun 19

Each Day Is New Again This Way

Sunday sonnet —

Poetry

1 min read

Each Day Is New Again This Way

Sunday sonnet

Published in Literary Impulse

·Jun 18

Another Day Along the Garden Path

Ottava rima — Graw, aw, um, mmm, hums through the neighborhood. Old mower growls while chopping up the place. Tap, tap, woodpeckers dig decaying wood, From it seems one half of those limbs they grace then cheep, cheep, cheep, cute chicks try to be good. A chirp, a chirp, a chirp, a trill that fills the space. Grows…

Poetry

2 min read

Published in The Howling Owl

·Jun 15

This Weasel and Our Nature Choose Balance

A sonnet —

The Howling Owl

1 min read

This Weasel and Our Nature Choose Balance

This Weasel and Our Nature Choose Balance

A sonnet

Published in The Daily Cuppa

·Jun 12

Craves a Perfect Noon in June

Sunday sonnet — A hummingbird joins bumblebees to quell their thirst for nectar in the foxglove patch. A cat bird sings incessantly and well as chipmunk stops to stare at me and scratch. Look up. The greening silver maple waves and says hello to every passing cloud. A little over eager this tree craves a perfect…

Poetry

1 min read

Craves a Perfect Noon in June

Sunday sonnet

A hummingbird joins bumblebees to quell
their thirst for nectar in the foxglove patch.
A cat bird sings incessantly and well
as chipmunk stops to stare at me and scratch.

Look up. The greening silver maple waves
and says hello to every passing cloud.
A little over eager this tree craves
a perfect…

Published in Genius in a Bottle

·Jun 8

An Involuntary Moment of Rudeness

GiaB prompt #2–20 firearms — I could have been a gun nut but I’m not. In my environs most assume I must. Yet each deer season I fear I’ll get caught. I nod my head a few times and I trust. To keep my mouth half-cocked is all I’ve got and having to kill lunch fills with disgust. I’ll shoot…

Giabprompt

2 min read