Oh, Barbara. Nailing it again. Reminding us that time "slides though our hands like a rope of silk."  The past two mornings when I...

It's been a busy two weeks, but I didn't want to miss Poetry Friday again, as I did last week. I confess I'm throwing this post ...

Tanita Davis shared the Poetry Pals' Challenge for September :  We deal with some ADHD here in Edmisten World. Knowing and accepting th...

Recently, when I should have been writing, I did some cleaning instead. (Oh, you know this tired tale, don't you, Other Writers? I know ...

                                                            first published in the May, 1970 issue of Poetry magazine "Having worked/I...

 Last month, Tanita Davis shared the details :  Poetry Peeps! You’re invited to join our August poetry challenge! Here’s the scoop: this mon...

Do you mind a rerun? (It's been that kind of week, and this little poem is appropriate for the moment.)  While out walking yesterday, I ...

Four years ago this week, we adopted Maisy from the animal shelter.  She was basically a pre-schooler:  Tiny Maisy Now, of course, she has m...

I've taken some days off from the blog (not that I spend that many days on the blog...) but I'm back. I've been busy with some ...

from  Button Poetry  My youngest daughter introduced me to Rudy Francisco . And I ask you: What would we do without daughters?  Without poet...

The Orange by Wendy Cope  At lunchtime I bought a huge orange – The size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and shared it with Robert and ...

I was cleaning out files yesterday and found a typed copy of James Tate's poem, "A Dangerous Adventure." I had forgotten about...

This poem struck me because it touches on two things I've thought about high school:  1. Those days so far removed from the person I am ...

 I didn't get a poetry post done this week, so how about a few words on writing?  “Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” ―...

  Photo courtesy of Tati Hilabi, Pixabay .   Monday morning, while walking and listening to Sad Boy Noah Kahan, I met the handsomest boy, wh...

It’s been a busy week and although I did write a handful of new poems (thanks, April Halprin Wayland, for a delightfully productive class on...

Nothing new to report here, other than this: I love springtime .  So, I think, did dear Emily, in her beautiful, melancholy way:  A Light ex...

Last month,  Tanita Davis shared the latest challenge from the Poetry Pals :  Here’s the scoop: we’re writing ekphrastic poems, which migh...

We're halfway through National Poetry Month , and all I've managed to do so far is rant about the news.  I know, I know — I'm al...

"How do we fashion the future?"  Oh, what a week.  My week has shone with the joy and hope of Easter, but it has also held despair...