Wordless Wednesday
sunday senryu
the absurdity of poetry
from now on
I go my own way
believe
be a goldfish, ted says
a willingness to try
no grasping at straws
And now for something completely different…
One of my prose poems was published today in The Metaworker Literary Magazine, an online journal.
It’s a bit of a departure from what I usually write. Well, maybe. I do tend toward the quirky and the weird and the odd, don’t I? 
Anyway, it’s called The Furrowing and it is the second prose poem of mine to be published here. I hope you will enjoy it.
As always, thank you for LOOKING!
Post Script: For the sake of completeness, here’s the link for the first one. 🙂
our boy
I could just gobble him up. How does he do it, wrangle my heart so and tie it into knots? Our sweet, sweet Coco. How I love his furry, little self!!
mea culpa, mea culpa
though delighted
to see me,
I sense
your ambivalence.
will you not ever
forgive
my transgression?
Silent Sunday
playtime
artistic passion
coptic-bound mixed-media
joyful expression
dysfunctional
she fell a week ago today
broke her pelvis
doc says she dodged a bullet
could have been worse
87-years-old and a wasted life
she resists efforts
to rehabilitate
to ensure proper hydration
negativity begets negativity
her modus operandi
hard to muster any sympathy
though he knows
for his brother’s sake
that he must
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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