coffee Every morning At way too early (even for me) I fill the coffee maker with water And then pour myself a glass This coffee maker is new And truth be told I can get a half mug In thirty seconds flat It’s a…

I remember it being huge With a sloping roof And enough space for ten people Maybe more   Five feet off the ground Twice if you climbed onto the roof (An act of bravery seldom achieved) The moss was slippery So one must hang on…

I never measure the coffee just pour from bag into filter last act before bed steeling myself for the day ahead aroma from the bag soothing as warm milk who needs essential oils when you have necessity grounds Morning finds me staggering bed to bathroom…

Hour Twenty – Text Prompt: Write a poem about a routine or ritual that is part of your life. It can be something like making coffee every morning, or something like attending religious services once a week.   Dugga Dugga   Not sure how or…

Every night before I go to sleep I replay every mistake in my head Hindsight is 20/20 All the should’ve, could’ve, would’ves on instant replay What could I have done differently? As if I had the power to change anything Maybe if I was more…

Time always seems to be still in the dawn.          I stand above the shore, waves dance in, sometimes a waltz, sometimes a funky chicken. Light ripples across the horizon, shades of summer mixed with a winter storn, or blue skys, a…

Progress is progress – you’ve got this and you truly are capable of so much more than you ever seem to realize; but that said, you owe me a salsa with time and a tango with potential –   don’t put me on hold again,…

surrounded by the carpet and the pillars and the Köts, cats, cauts, kittens. No cats. When- win, Wind- does, do’s, doe’s Windowes ,win those. Pains, window pains. Enclosed white walls, The kitchen, Re-frigerated ice box With the built in meat preserver.   Frozen watermelon chunks…

Common Raven | Corvus corax |  L 24″ (61 cm) Large, with long, heavy bills, appearing on a bracelet I lost that very same road trip, but I didn’t stop thinking about ravens for a single day after I first time I saw them. Shaggy…

MMIW: Sacajwea   Another name that was lost in time. To be honest, the only time I’ve heard of Sacajeewa was in a book “Streams to the River, Rivers to the Sea” By Scott O’Dell.   It was in her point of view, but it…