My Poetry and Prose Blogology
The Last Conclave
“tall stacks signal pride
as rising black smoke broadcasts
my home’s fall from grace…”
Her Life as a Pitcher
“A silver water pitcher
gifted for our wedding
forty-five years of age
reflected young smiles…”
Our Forest Home
“raindrops feel different in spring / drizzling anxious bark / melting our xylem frosts / pumping hushed hope…”
Detached Logic
“don’t let a fool’s paradise
cheat you of true paradise”
Photo courtesy of my friend Jessica Crystal
A Common Thread
“the vastness of the sea
brings me serenity
as I ponder our residue
in her galactic churns of life…”