A twittle — Get past the past. Family mixed then we messed up more. Deep fried spatchcock, brined or not. Let these be the troubles we pour. A twittle written in response to the Paper Poetry prompt for the month of November, ‘Poember November’. The month is almost over so it is getting…

Look up they are waiting for you and thank you for walking in the woods — Look up as the clouds float by. I just read Dr. Preeti Singh in her November week four Reciprocal nature prompt, walked outside and looked up at ‘The Wondrous Clouds in the Sky.’ So I captured these four images with an iPad.

A Clogyrnach — Walking outside this dark cold night. Looking up, the stars shine so bright. When something pulls me I try to break free. Then I see a fine sight. A moon so white I stare in awe. I have this theory with a flaw. …

And the stress is leaving the body — Everybody has those stressful days when you know that the best thing to do is take a walk. This was one of those days. You might not even know what is bothering you. The woods won’t care. You know this walk will only help you. Show some love to the…

Nature awakens anew and so do we — Sun rises just above the horizon on a still November day. Being a morning person for as long as I can remember, I’ve watched the sunrise hundreds of times. That doesn’t take anything away from watching another one. Each one is different and happens in the now. Turn away for…

A story told in terza rima — A giant serpent slithers in the grass. This dragon trained to blow these bubbles out of ultraviolet ray resistant glass. To burn this beast’s internal rage without the hurt. To blindly build on our behalf terrariums where people lounge about. Without a care I look and have a laugh. They live…