Poetry

Dire Dullness

24 Jun , 2021  

We meet with stark denial The unspeakable unknown. A dire dullness creeps, Settles, swaths in sleep A dawning, drowning Dismal truth. Wild-eyed the urge To turn the page, to skim To skip ahead, past present Pandemic plodding (Just a peek!) To find out how it ends. Who cares? Who cares. Read slowly, savor sunshine. Put […]

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Poetry

Two Armadillos’ Strife

24 Jun , 2021  

I have a love-hate relationship with poetry, including my own. Too much of it is contrived, precious, melodramatic, and affected. This one, though, makes me laugh, and maybe cements my claim to being the only person who’s written a poetic ode to roadkill in sonnet form.

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Photo of a Dreamcatcher

Poetry

Asibikaashi #WednesdayVerses

24 Jun , 2021  

A poem, inspired by Ojibwe legend and art, dreams and nightmares, and the tiny little weavers I’ve grown to respect.

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Poetry

Contemporary Sonnet #010101010101

24 Jun , 2021  

Rated PG-13 for mild, groan-worthy sexual references. No acts of violence were commited with the tuna fork.

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Poetry, Writing

A Cheesy Sonnet

24 Jun , 2021  

Tastier than two armadillos grilled on a chrome grille and spread on asphalt!

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Poetry

Shadowbird

24 Jun , 2021  

Never mistake the Dove of Peace for a pushover, and never eat The Eggs of Wrath.

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Outdoors, Poetry, Writing

A Morning Bath #WordsMatter #WhenItRains

7 Sep , 2019  

The silly squirrel is back – looking as if he’d like to climb right through my kitchen window for his morning bath and breakfast!

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An oil painting of a tree, and the same view from my kitchen window.

Outdoors, Poetry

Outside My Window, There’s a Tree #WordsMatter

3 Aug , 2019  

Outside my window, there’s a tree…

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On Writing, Poetry

Joyful J #AtoZChallenge

12 Apr , 2019  

If you’re confused over why J sometimes sounds like “y” and sometimes like the “j” in “jam,” read on!

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Poetry

Inopinatum #AtoZChallenge

9 Apr , 2019  

Of course it’s a rhetorical question – isn’t that the nature of a lighthouse?

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Poetry, Writing

Hendiadys, Homologia, and Homeoprophoron #AtoZChallenge

8 Apr , 2019  

hendiadys Fluff and clouds, drifting, cross the sky. Birds play hide-and-seek in cotton-candy and whisps of fog, Their mothers call them home to feathers and nests, As sunshine and day retreat – and mine calls me to feathers and bed. homiologia and homoeoprophoron He is a little so-and-so, and so Will not amount to much, […]

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On Writing, Poetry

Distractio #AtoZChallenge

4 Apr , 2019  

Just poetry and wordplay, in a rhetorical sense.

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Poetry

April’s Amorous Adynata – #AtoZChallenge

1 Apr , 2019  

And so it begins… the April A to Z Challenge 2019. I was fence sitting, but then realized this is the 10th anniversary of the challenge, so how could I resist joining in?

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Poetry

Villanelle the Vote!

4 Nov , 2018  

Villanelle the Vote! The lady holds her torch aloft, warm welcome beacon to us all. Her steady message, one of peace, within a world that’s gone berserk, But whispers, “Use your right to vote, lest our democracy should fall.” Some cower in the shadowed corners; others rise in sunlight’s thrall Where hope, ideals, and wisdom […]

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Poetry

Mind Like an Oyster

5 Sep , 2018  

I thought, not for the first time today, that I need a little sand and sun. It’s been too long since I went parasailing, upside down, while watching dolphins play ping-pong with a shark. Or since I floated, laughing, unable to sink, in the warm salty water near Miami, smooth as glass and clear enough to see my toes squishing in the sand. And as I re-read the question, I thought, How can I not write a descriptive paragraph about the beach? But what came out, like a tiny hermit crab from a tiny painted shell, wanted to be poetry, not paragraphs.

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Poetry

Devilishly Dangerous: a Double Acrostic

7 Apr , 2018  

Face facts: some are ruled by hope and some by fear. All are mortal, even you. Yes, even you, Comrade, with your hundred smiling Facebook faces. Each keystroke, rat-a-tat-tat, fires gunshots Branding terror, while jaded papparazzi Offer bounties for another shot, a One-time deal, exceptional, American Killings as natural as apple pies. Mitchell Allen is […]

Poetry

April is Poetry Month

2 Apr , 2018  

Why on Earth in April? The poet T.S. Eliot famously declared: April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. The cruelest thing about it was expecting restless high schoolers, too fresh-faced to have experienced life, death, and all the memories between, […]

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