steel wool

It’s when you wake up and realize you’re not anxious. Not really worried today. Just tired. Tired for no real reason and sad. Desperately sad because nothing will happen today. Nothing that will fill the void. Nothing that will bring back what’s been lost. Or what was never to be. It’s just a day. The … More steel wool


clippity clop, clippity clop. I sometimes, generally in the morning. hear the sound of horses as they walk down my street. police horses, officers riding along, slowly. today I walked, towards the stable where the horses reside. not with the intent the stable would be my destination. just the general direction and I witnessed an … More movement

dream(s) to light

Themes are good, right? I actually find them helpful and since I currently need to write 26 more poems to meet my 2020 goal of 100, I decided {dream} would be a good one. Not sure how long I’ll linger with this dream theme. But here goes… last night I had the strangest.which is a … More dream(s) to light


I have decided to delve into grief. As a subject matter. Writing wise, anyway. I wanted a theme for September. Or the next little bit of time. In regards to my poetry. And this is what I came up with. Previously I haven’t exactly picked a theme and wrote so many poems based on it. … More grief


I have updated my website. Thanks to my son, who is talented in this sort of thing.  I am hoping to focus more on poetry, via this venue. Meaning utilizing my website to highlight it as well as broadcast me reading some of my work aloud. Yes, gasp. Putting myself out there. Not the most … More update

as does change

last day of the monthlast day of the first half of the yeareven good days are now difficultthe moderate has become what would have once been labeled as extremeand here I amin the middle yet outsideI am totally and utterly alonedespite the booming of the firecrackers and the uncontested silence of a voiceboth of which … More as does change

Sunday morning

I tend to wake up earlySunday and the world is still asleep or groggyrain falls and falls and thunder announces the sun has risenbut isn’t making an appearance just yetI open my windows a cool breeze blows in there are plants outside my windowtall plants as I’m on the second floorin the past they have been … More Sunday morning

say something

It’s early Sunday morning. My friend called Friday evening. He asked me a work question or two, regarding an event coming up. An interesting aspect of this call is that my kids and I had just been texting, discussing the [event]s of the day and week. Protesters were gathering and marching, as we were communicating. … More say something