Inside Outside, the rain pounced on the unwary. Inside, all sorts of time-honored and respectable games were going on: Tongues were rolled. Heads were met and questioned. Important words were bounced while all true dreams were kept heavily sedated and... Continue Reading →
Inspiration Buffet: Put on a fresh pot of coffee and enjoy this not so typical yet wonderful interview and discussion on poetic forms. Poetry Potluck – The comment section is OPEN for you to share your thoughts and poems... Continue Reading →
If Stephen King Wrote Poetry it still goes on those little things that annoyed me about you the casket’s closed but the kitchen cabinets remain open it’s like you’re here going through the junk drawer leaving the toilet seat up... Continue Reading →
Morning Crisp at the Cottage We stayed up late. Sitting back in our yellow Muskoka chairs, to see the stars, we were graced with the Northern Lights, all green and flashing. Sleep followed with a constellation of dreams and Milky... Continue Reading →
Almanac Summer— scratching surface yields cooler ground. Winter’s deeper—reach down beneath the frost line— warm as worms. Lick a finger in the wind. We know nothing. But the dogs always plant their bellies in a temperate zone. About the... Continue Reading →
The Swamp Oak Balding leafage lets the eye slip through to scabrous bark that runs past rot holes hiding squirrels. Twisted branches contort around power lines, reaching upward and straining to recover grace. The tree sways toward a century it... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 