a pot of chili and cornbread,
warm & fresh from the oven —
butter, slathered generously
a cold glass of Ovaltine
winter tummies, satisfyingly fed
Jan terrorizes the east wing
mismatched argyle socks
Pippi Longstocking tangles
gaunt face painted in defiance —
her intractable iron will
pushes an unwary staff
back on their heels
Coco on his rounds
puppy growls a protective warning
circles the interior perimeter of the house
unknown, unseen assailants quiver in fear
mommy & daddy are safe, once again
trash pickup
garbage bins stand, at attention, curbside —
refuse-bags filled with autumn leaves,
their lonely compatriots
in the dark, driving rain of an early morning
out our sunroom window @ 6:50 a.m.
sheath of fog
mists Lake Colchester —
terraced hills,
barely discernible
in the just beyond
Published Poems 09.29.2025
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.”
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an eager earth
darkness bearing down
out of the northwest
an ominous sky
bursting with promise
can you feel it…
dewpoint delight ~
a hint of fall in the air
the luscious, golden
promise of autumn
angry, distressed, worried, outraged, positively furious with those who ushered in this despicable madman
the takeover in DC
’nuff said…
Ugh
Hate to be a downer here but this is something I despise, people tooting their own horns about something good & wonderful they’ve done for others. I remember the lesson we were taught in catechism about how if someone is compelled to share with others their good deeds, well, then, THAT is your ‘reward’ for doing so. Much better, me thinks, to act out of kindness, love and charity for someone and keep that to yourself.
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