Homebody
Homebody, they called me and it did not sound the compliment.Just such a homebody. But I am at workall day, …
Tag Archives: poetry
The Slow Slide into Winter
November nearsdarkness ever looming –yes, I do know it’s still fall, y’allbut the shortening of daysthe crisping of mornings making …
What lies beneath the skin
I thought it was an old scarand that poking at it, proddingwould be a bit uncomfortablebut nothing too terrible It …
Whose Story is it Anyway?
If you tell me the story, your storydoes it ever become mine to tell?I can tweak ithide the detailsso that …
Technical Difficulties
I am told that during warvocabularies shrinkand we lose words and meaningsbut this current warwe have gained phraseseveryone from Grandmato …
The Quiet Game
Can I sit quietlyand breatheand feel?Can I turn off my mind for just a secondthat is not sleepbut just beingletting …
Just Add Water
A new pallet arrived yesterdaydry nuggets of pigmentnestled in plastic tubs I run my finger across the topNothing movesNothing happensMy …
Intimidation of the Inanimate
Intimidation comes in many formsand you would think that the plethora of PhD’s in my immediate area would do the …
The Season of My Inner Bear
The weather finally decidedto approximate fall here in the southa cool 40-degree morning is all it takesfor my inner bear …
Playing God
You know, you should have been nicer to meYou shouldn’t have teased me quite so much whenI retreated to the …
The Story Factory 