a wren is a sparrow is a dove
faded memories of those I’ve cherished
gray paint, chipped & flaking

a wren is a sparrow is a dove
faded memories of those I’ve cherished
gray paint, chipped & flaking
through boughs of green
chitters and titters and chirps
the wonderful birds, seemingly appreciative
of my every effort
morning’s chill
filling oriole feeders
one by one
misted houses & hills
a distance fog encroaches
tulips continue their dance
“When a clown moves into a palace he doesn’t become a king, the palace instead becomes a circus.” — Turkish proverb
Post Script: The proverb itself likely originated with the Circassians, Sunni Muslims from the Northwestern Caucasus, and is not specifically Turkish.
Source: Huffington Post
I voted for decency
A year ago, two poems were accepted for publication by The Argyle Literary Magazine. However, I was never notified and, on my own, I was unable to find them anywhere online.
I emailed the editor in June asking if I’d missed them somehow.
Fast forward to this morning when I discovered a response in my Inbox. Apparently, the editor’s home had been leveled in a tornado and the journal has been on “indefinite hiatus” since then. I don’t know what its future plans are at this time.
The editor told me he’s catching up on emails and my poems, imploring the hills to sing and sages astride 12 harlequin bicycles, were published in the March 2024 issue. Here’s the link and I thank you for looking!
Today’s number, per Judy’s fabulous challenge, is 183. I didn’t have much to work with this time around but, well, here we go!










house is (fairly) clean
food, snacks, beverages: all check
don’t care (too much) about commercials
we just want to see a good game!
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