A Cold, Hard Twenty

“Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.” ~Carl Sandburg~ Have you ever reached into the zipper pocket of your ski pants at the beginning of winter to find a $20 bill tucked inside, forgotten from the prior season? No? Well, I have and it was totally unexpected. The best thing ever – when I could still buy most of a ski lift ticket with it. Now, years later, that $20Read more

In my Head

I had poetry in my head and then it was gone a faded background of orange, yellow, brown A pointed amber of light that would not help Where did the words go? Hiding in a glen of tallness or under cover of green canopy or hanging onto a noun with limbs I’m tired and can’t think My muse is here perky and sun-gold bright many spears standing at attention waiting for me to write something but nothing I did haveRead more

Feathered Ghost

In a walk with the neighbors Tuesday night we came upon an eerie sight An owl, perched precariously on the end of a light post Looking a bit like a small feathered ghost Waiting for the movement of its meal of which his hunger would steal Watch out little bunny and squirrel! His claws around you, they shall curl Up, up and away he will stealthily climb To take you to the hiding place where he dines We approached to his menacing stareRead more

I Want What I Want!

Gibbs has been encouraging me to sign up for Writing 201: Poetry at the Daily Post.  I have resisted up to this point, so Mr. Blister (Natasha’s name for this one) decided he would take a stab at this writing style with both gray paws and his self-serving attitude. I think it’s a little Dr. Seuss-ish, but read on and decide for yourself. I want what I want! Right here and now There are no negotiations This I vow  Read more