I used to chase it venturing into the world night after night like a child with a jar hunting for fireflies flitting through high grass   From a stage I did my best to sneak up with surprise, to lure it out of hiding places…

To be the caretaker of this old farm is a precious thing. To be present for soft summer dusks, silent winter nights of glittering snow, the vibrant  light of maeshine, and a small country road silvered by the harvest moon – all these mark our…

When you are feeling ill. Waiting for the doctor’s pill to work When there is nothing you can do but sit in your pain. No pill can fix it No alcohol can drown it This is nothing to take your heartache away So you lay…

  The Future is History   Technology has trained us to depend upon our devices to remember.   Ev’rything we once knew has long been forgotten, parts of our past lost forever.   It’s time to take our future back, to remember exactly who we…

Cirque de la Lune (Valkyrie) Dyer-Bolique, your humour astounds me, Words so bold and yet painfully dry, Though I am not so deceived, But I am intrigued, And longing to make that clown cry. We wait beneath the canopy of the trees, Morose, hideously masked,…

Ode to a Golden I cannot have a bad day when Rosemary is around. Dancin’ Rosie, Rosie the Nosy, golden Rosie make me smile until my cheeks ache, sides hurt, and happy tears stream down my face, because love grows where my Rosemary goes.* Oh,…

Hilarity We looked at each other Across the table As the grown-ups talked of serious matters He raised one eyebrow I stuck out my tongue Our cheeks grew red from holding it in A sudden eruption! We squealed and shrieked And fell off our chairs…

I love the blog, www.iwrotethisforyou.me and it’s fancy randomizer feature over on the right hand side of the page. And so that is how I landed on the inspiration for this – poem 11 – because progress is indeed being made even if it does…

Hour Ten –    MAGPIE                 Mary Pecaut   I’m the bringer of all that sparkles, harbinger of luck – good or bad  you decide.   My cackle is a siren’s call A matriarchal cry Save Our Mother…

Joe, I love seeing you first thing every morning You are always there to wake me with a smile I taste you on my lips and my soul is awakened I feel alive again I would not ever be able to exist a day without…