There is a moment when time seems perched before lifting off again like a restless chickadee You know it will fly soon but seeing its beauty, though common, is delicious, nevertheless 4 am on call in the hospital is that time for me where fatigue…

poem about a spider–not rhyming So, once you say that, all I can hear in my head is eesny weensy spider–its on a loop. But here is my offering on this to me, most awful topic.   Spider Eight legs of fear not only for…

Pedaling backwards To catch up to younger you You’re always trying

We watched her for days Clinging to the helium birthday balloon An intricate web spun from balloon to string She stayed in the middle Cast to her winds of fate A tornado from the ceiling fan Around and around No other spider Had her own…

The long skeleton-like feet The hairy creepy face and body We used to shout and jump when in sight But do we know they creep from us? The creepy one is afraid of man Afraid of the giant that hurts and splats Of one that…

Also Untitled Regardless of your itsy-bitsy status, (and mine as being tuffetless) little spider, breath seizes in my chest and sweat plagues my brow at the thought of curds and whey for two.

It’s got to be four o’clock somewhere, time to be civilized, and not think about spiders or big worms coming out of the wall. No rhyme or reason, but maybe a scorpion or a gargantuan tarantula along a road in Arizona. Surely it is time…

Butterflies fly willy-nilly, but if you were to try to catch one, you may fall on your face, while they will go farther than you thought. Theirs is an ancient form of grace. Spider babies mostly, but adults, too, will climb high to a very…

eyes down lip bit never taken next step one day you will catch me   but not yet

There once was a web hanging on the post of my deck, i noticed that it was empty. i got my long stick broom and ripped it And to my surprised, came a big white like cotton ball I checked what’s inside, with my bear…