Category Archives: poetry, End Days

The Transitional Object – a poem

Posted on August 18, 2016 by

THE TRANSITIONAL OBJECT We were lucky, in our play pens to mouth our blankies to ourselves, connected to a piece of us, still attached to the lifeline’s warmth, its unerring stability pointing to our own north star.

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On the Road – A Poem

Posted on June 26, 2016 by

Sounds carry. Tucked asleep into my first berth, I have no ticket to ride, no known destination. Black-capped conductors, uniformed and faceless, pass silently all night down darkened aisles. The gentle jostling of the carrier and its faraway howling are … Continue reading →

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David for Dverse

Posted on June 10, 2016 by

                                DAVID We always thought her meek and mild until the day that she went wild and fell in love with an antique Greek, or … Continue reading →

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POOR HOUSE BOUND

Posted on April 5, 2016 by

Creative Commons (My library group came up with all of these prompts:) delicious, horse, croissants, eviction, pardon POOR HOUSE BOUND They decided to end it all— This penny-pinching was no good and so they headed for the mall to see … Continue reading →

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FOR dVERSE BUT CAN’T GET ON THIS WEEK EITHER

Posted on March 28, 2016 by

SIGH.fOR THE FIRST TIME THERE WAS A “magical widget,” and I had not the credentials or smarts to navigate the route apparently everybody else can. But I tried…   Haiku by Issa: “Without you – how vast the cherry blossom … Continue reading →

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Words

Posted on March 20, 2016 by

      WORDS   Words can TOUCH. Words can chatter. Words can tell you what’s the matter. Words can cut, splice and dice. In other words, be not nice. Lying words I’ve come to hate; Embers dying in the … Continue reading →

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MY METAPHOR

Posted on January 25, 2016 by

Come jump into my arms, you furry-feathered verse! I’ll know you when I see you, either wordy or terse. Let your metaphor roll in like an occupying force; sit up high in your saddle on your literary horse! A shining … Continue reading →

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