
miniature golf
or minor league baseball?
take the boat out
or ride our bikes?
we have zoo brew tonight —
that’s a no-brainer!
so many splendid options
for such a gorgeous day ~


miniature golf
or minor league baseball?
take the boat out
or ride our bikes?
we have zoo brew tonight —
that’s a no-brainer!
so many splendid options
for such a gorgeous day ~

~ Originally published in the March 2024 issue of The Argyle Literary Magazine; Photo by Iryna Limborska on Unsplash
cavalier women chase
a powder-blue hat
down a windy thoroughfare
*
they balance Easter eggs
on upturned teacups
under a globular sun,
*
left hands stroking
the unruffled feathers
of a great horned owl
*
while a circle
of Slovakian tourists
marvel at their feats
*
of dexterity
and fierce bravado—
each is wearing high heels
*
after all, mounted
on roller skates,
ankles cloaked
*
in cashmere stockings,
their delicate earlobes
dripping in malachite
~ a fascinating ‘nother look at an old classic

I’m reading a 10th grade book assignment,
one I’d merely skimmed at the time
*
it’s overwhelming what they’d endured
the hardships, the struggles, the isolation
*
they believed in, they trusted the promise
of this new Canaan, this soil-rich land
*
but, now, look where we’ve come
just look at what’s become of us
early morning mist
encircles the sloping green
there’s dew on the bentgrass,
a two-inch love tap for par
in an ocean
of potted soil,
others linger
*
just a bit more,
beneath the surface
soon, to pop up
*
seeking fresh air,
spring sunlight,
the refreshment of rain
*
these tiny buoys
of soul-nourishing
cheer

the gentlest of breezes
meander through crabapple,
our locust, linden and pear,
their leaves coming now
into more than just fuzzy focus
but budding out into full-fledged
green heralds of spring,
the early morning sunlight
looking over my shoulders
as I fill the bird feeders
and experience gratitude
in the joy of such a simple task
because, you know — Coach!
*
Survivor 50, what a blast
I wasn’t looking forward to this one
but dang! every episode: pure fun

ripped & faded denim shirts
handed down from husband & dad
oversized (the way I like them!)
my two special guys
this way, always, close to my heart
This morning, I sent the following message to Charles Grassley, Iowa’s Republican senator which was immediately ‘bounced back’. Apparently, he doesn’t wish to hear from his constituents.
I’ve contacted his office over the years including a particularly angry and frustrated missive following the deaths of Renee Good and Alex Pretti in Minneapolis. This is the first time my emails have come back undelivered.
Therefore, I’m voicing my displeasure with the current state of affairs here. My email, with the Subject line reading simply ‘Iran’, went like this:
NOT PLEASED!!
This deranged “president” of destruction is a clear and present danger to the magnificence of what this country used to stand for.
We are now mocked and scorned by the rest of the world. Oh. Unless you’re a dictator / authoritarian regime!
I think it’s official. The disjointed “united” states of America is an autocracy.
More than ever, I fear for our future.
Congress has ceded far too much power to Trump. We’re at war and he has not consulted with Congress. He has not made the case for his Epstein-distracting Iran war to the public. His “justification” for the attacks changes nearly hour to hour. He hasn’t held a news conference.
Do we need also fear the US will kick off a nuclear attack?
Aren’t you concerned, Senator? Have you no shame? Where is your defense of the Constitution you were sworn to uphold?
There has been so much outrage since he came on the scene. It’s exhausting. We all just want to live our lives, be safe, happy and healthy without all this continuous garbage. Argh! Our country is in the toilet!! Don’t you and your Republican cohorts care?
Or is remaining in power the only thing that matters to you guys?

pink grosgrain ribbon
toddler wearing a summer straw hat
Papa’s garden reveille
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