More archive gatherings! Here are my photos – using the search criteria number of 121 – for this week’s challenge ~
















More archive gatherings! Here are my photos – using the search criteria number of 121 – for this week’s challenge ~















explosion of spring
every shade of green
April’s nurturing sun

~ we only need an openness and an eagerness to embrace the possibilities!

A surly old poetry colleague used to harangue his fellow writers whenever an uncommon or foreign word, expression or phrase was used in the poems we shared in group gatherings. I always held a different (read: healthier, more vibrant!) take on the matter. I love stumbling across fresh-to-me opportunities in poetry and prose to gain new knowledge and insights.
This morning, during my daily poetry readings, I discovered the following words and phrases, all new and previously unknown to me:
Life-changing, attaining these simple lessons? Probably not. But, with a smile on my face, I enjoyed the process of discovery, the ‘aha’ moments and the tucking-away of precious new (and perhaps useful) information for future writing endeavors.
Here’s to our own special ravens!

friends we make in poetry
writerly acquaintances,
those who see
and understand us
in ways utterly
incomprehensible to the
rest of our worlds

savored postcard poems,
gifts from word compatriots,
lyrical language missives

an inch so far,
more on the way
the greening of spring —
it won’t be long now













Here we go again! This week’s number is 237 and these are the photos from my archive when I typed in 2-3-7. I love the seasonal variety at play here!









zoology was not on my radar —
you knew that better than anyone, your
x-ray vision exposing my every weakness,
wild extrapolations I could not be held responsible for,
vindications souring like fermented wine,
usurping fanatical tongues
thick with unwarranted lies, fabrications
slickened with vicious outrage,
resourceful in their clever
quintessential civic demeanors, nibbling
pralines, pretzels and prawns — somber
overtures devoid of quiet
nocturnal memories, etchings of
Montgomery, Alabama in spring,
lemon tree lovers
kept in the dark, spirited
junctures of time, the endearing
individuality, the oozing charisma
hovering on a far-fetched periphery —
garnets of an abandoned childhood,
frank discussions over Spaghetti-O’s,
elegant petit fours and Black Cherry Kool-Aid —
dinner trays at Auntie June’s, sitting on her kitchen sofa,
cat hair adhering to black velvet,
back when the Internet was nobody’s pipe-dream,
AI not yet invented to keep you from living your very best life
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