I don’t write poetry as much as I once did, something I try to remedy once in a while (such as in my failed attempt at Poetry Writing Month back…
Category: Poetry
Vital Marrow-deep: as pervasive as the blood coursing through me and just as vital. Having him gone is the same, then, as if a car struck me and I was…
Yeah, I know I’ve missed some days. Oh well! I’m here today. # The sun set today. It normally does. But today I watched. Watched that golden orb drop below…
Marigolds smell like wet, dark earth, and like secrets between friends. Irises have a faint, sweet scent: when you turn your head, it’s gone. Wisteria waves its fragrance onto the wind,…
The little black puppy, hardly large enough to fill a vase, sleeps in my lap, breathing soft breaths. Her hind leg twitches and I wonder at her dreams. Are there…