Self-Portrait By NumbersThe graphical format of this poem has been lost due to formatting limitations5d ago5d ago
ToxicityThe last of a long line of successive actions, I turn on the kitchen light only to find an adult female cockroach attempting to slurp up…5d ago5d ago
When Spring Winds Are Strong, Wolf Spiders BalloonThey’re up on the branch tips, all eight legs en pointe — one hundred and four chitinous arachnids, their tutus matching leafless twigs…6d ago6d ago
TorsoMy fingers dance over the slab of Bardiglio, where a bulge calls for stripping layers of finely grained, gray stone so her shoulders may…6d ago6d ago
Impulse Control IIMy impulse control is wavering like that last blush of flame from the ashes — please help me save myself.Nov 24Nov 24
OrphanRaised by my single Mom and her parents, I’ve been an orphan since they passed in the ’70s, whileNov 24Nov 24
Just Fallen Leaves, Athens, Georgia, USARunning at 70, years, not mph — my vision sharp for tripping points on this vanilla-ice frosted Thanksgiving day. Last night’s hard…Oct 151Oct 151
Objects in Mirror Are Closer Than They AppearMy casual remark that unknowingly wounds the friend, who parks her heart on the den mantle next to her son’s urn.Sep 16Sep 16
Frog ShroudedIs that what she actually said, frog shrouded? Poetic for sure but what is the necessary specificity — medium-sized leopard frogs, or…Sep 16Sep 16