green
there’s lightning, too
sky shakes, rocks & rolls
heaven hammers its drums
puppy’s tail, downward position
My Thoughts…
I do not. I often say Nature is my religion. Over time, the doubts in my head just became too loud and too persistent for me to pretend to adhere to any semblance of ‘faith’ any longer. I consider myself agnostic. I haven’t analyzed my views for a while now so for all I know, I might actually be an atheist instead. I don’t know that it matters. In any case, I abhor the arrogance of organized religion. There are a good many religious folks out there, I get that. I admire their kind and gentle attributes. But I think that is by stint of their own natures and not because they choose to affiliate themselves with religion or because they believe in a god. Oh. And let’s not forget the multitudes of so-called ‘Christian’ Americans responsible for the nightmare administration of the Orange Menace and the horrors of January 6th and the continuing threat to our democracy. Their hypocrisy and stupidity are truly astounding.
my girlhood, my now
silent morning
streaky clouds, blue sky
daydreaming
Wordless Wednesday
calm, again
separated feeders
stilling the squall
of the bird bullies
Silent Sunday
october, my 1st true love
spring, nearly spent
not quite summer
still, I wait for fall
A Cento Poem
Here’s my poetic interpretation of a cento poem, recently published in The Loch Raven Review. It’s called Pitched to the Injured Choir.
A cento poem is entirely composed of verses or passages taken from other poets or authors. The poem must reference each original source, to give proper credit where credit is due.
I hope you like it!
Bongo-Bongo
I just realized my prose poem, Bongo-Bongo, was published in the Eunoia Review, a Singapore-based online literary journal back in February but I don’t know that I was ever notified. No matter! Better late than never, as they say. I’m so pleased to have been a contributor. 🙂
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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