early a.m.
quiet in the darkness
wind starts
to percolate
another breezy one in store
football on the TV
husband & I
tag-team a Halloween
jigsaw puzzle
puppy in submissive mode
rub my belly, please!
leftover Thai for lunch
fresh-baked Snickerdoodles,
sweet afterthought
it’s how the day goes
sometimes
nothing much
but actually, there’s
a whole lotta there,
there, too
it’s called love
and comfort,
sunshine
and warmth,
gratitude
that pretty much
encompasses
everything,
no questions
asked
today, continued warm temperatures
but tomorrow, southerly winds begin to blow
a little rain & cooler, crisper air soon to follow
so long summer; hello autumn loveliness!
I wrote a poem in tribute to the closing of a downtown Des Moines gathering place that closed its doors earlier this year. It appears in the local CITYVIEW online and print October issues.
I’m so pleased they’ve chosen to run it. I am grateful!
My poem, Ode to the Ritual Cafe, Downtown Des Moines, appears on page 15. Thank you for looking!
break out the orange & black!
the goblins, the monsters, the witches —
the haunting season, with its creepy delights
its spooky memes, its shivers of fear —
just the very BEST season of the year!
the lake today was divine.
we trolled the perimeter,
nice & slow & easy —
I took the helm, briefly,
piloting twisting curls
atop the water’s glass,
jumping & jostling across
our own wake.
*
later, you relayed
a few Hegseth outtakes
from today’s uber-odd military confab.
mood-killer on steroids, that’s for sure.
damn you, MAGA morons. all of you!
not once, but twice
you animated this monster
to the detriment of all.
I’m so angry and outraged,
worried and frightened.
Seriously.
Is this really what you all wanted?
Two poems of mine, Arctic and field, were published today in January House Literary Journal, “a meeting place for diverse expressions, urgent conversations, and the ever-evolving landscapes of contemporary literature and art.”
Click here to access the PDF version of the issue. Print copies are available on Amazon.
Thank you, everyone, for your support!
I am truly fearful. This country has turned into a dangerous, divisive, unstable republic. All thanks to one ‘man’ (hardly a role model for any young boy, or girl!) and the millions of misguided, hateful, misinformed voters who not just once, but twice, put this despicable, deceitful, self-serving moron into the office of the presidency.
I find some poems
difficult to read
I’d name names —
that would be rude —
but I think
you know who you are
backdrop: a huge steer
in Sioux Falls, SD.
I’m reminded of Mom,
when she conquered
that bull in Texas &
Daddy, he was so surprised.
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