This month’s theme is: Object Lesson The best object-inspired...

Every bloom is a shout, red against grey cloud cover bellows an...

Wet cobblestones and tight alleyways lead to a calico cat...

Riding down the white line my pedals turn as fast as my lungs...

I looked up a word in the dictionary the other day. Sorry I...

The years are mixed together in stained glass champagne flutes....

This bridge extends like an old old memory from sleep to waking...

Gather my hands now that they are spotted, move slowly over the...

Deviled eggs snug each other in my spring green plastic bowl,...

WILLOW TREE An Overflowing Fountain of Green Willow Tree...

On stairs that drop to our hall necessity draws you thin. Are...

Your rain songs fall quiet as light fingering fretted streams....

Inside the stone, a question. Inside the question, silence and...

A bag is one in which we carry many. Bags come in paper,...

If you put a seed  in the ground dark forces gather dusky...

Things that might be a bomb . . . Yogurt, avocados, lemonade,...

Mud crusts her paws, silky underbelly matted with knots,...

I’m on the other side Where there is only fullness I can’t...

In the glow of my room It’s not only the artistry Of...

Poetry without… Hold the word to your heart. Depend fully...