When Being Polite Is a Losing Game A COVID-19 Poem You can’t do everything right. In these times, the smallest thing can lead to disaster, which   has a new definition: death. Here is my list of what may kill me— not today, but in a week or two   when the danger is forgotten. […]

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This Is Also Spring   A moment can be a memory which makes me wonder if a moment can fail to be memory. Can I be so erased from time that seeing and hearing and yes, smelling the wind does not trigger other moments, make me remember another time, another wind like the sting from […]

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Follow that Star I spent my childhood mostly on wheels, roller skating or biking in circles at the end of our street, a row of Cottonwoods masking the tracks but not the sound of trains at night. I was in nature   yet not in it. The suburbs were like that, curved rows of ranch […]

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In the Distance A Covid-19 Poem   Millions of introverts just got their most fervent prayer answered. We are alone at last, each in our own bubble, only this time no one chastises us for not going to the party. This time we are the standard and six feet its measure. Much like The Boy […]

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Most of the time, I will use prompts from Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides. Today his prompt was about a new world or worlds. We certainly have that now, and this is my effort. Baking Bread It takes a slower time, at least I thought it did, but really, it slows time to the […]

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It seemed like a good time to publicly draft, poems, lots of poems, and NaBloPoMo (and the PAD Challenge) seems like a good way to do it. I will use the prompts provided by Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides. There may be some days when I take my own direction, and I’ll let you […]

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