I genuinely cannot believe we are already in hour 6 – it feels like I just woke up and also like I’m an 80 year old woman aching in her reading chair well after midnight. LOL! But that’s okay I’m here I’m ready! I’m stretching,…

He knows his harness. It means walk. He loves out Puddles to get yanked from Trash to hunt and devour Til it gets ripped away Mid chomp Not fair. The breeze fluffs some fluff. A roll in the grass Embeds dirt deep down To deep…

I have a list of poems I wanted to try, so some of these are getting a workout for The Poetry Marathon. Here was a sweet poem from Buffy Silverman called “Rainbow-Colored Springtime.” She wrote this sweet rhythm with each line ending with time. There…