she came to me from my parents the little blue dog that hunted for clues. but she was too curious and I too careless she found a can of olives on the Win-Dixie shelves and thought it would make a good spot to rest she…

Skyscrapers, their feet Set in concrete, Watch over the smoggy city street. The needles of factory chimneys Spin fluffy cotton clouds Into dreary mundane grey funeral shrouds To spread on the city street. Only the gaudy glow Of neon-lit store fronts Pierces the murky smog…

so much depends upon the rock pile skyscraper against the periwinkle sky spread with streaks of sourdough cloud formations and a sunrise of good hope First line taken from William Carlos Williams ‘The Red Wheelbarrow’. Prompt – Use at least five of these words/phrases:  Forest…

Somewhere I’ve Never Been… 1/2 marathon poem #11 I’ve never been to the Moon But I’d like to I’ve never left the Earth But I would do If I could I’ve never seen an Earthrise But I’d like to Gaze upon the green and blue…

The tropical heat percolated on the small of her back, It was the early 60s, in Trenchtown.   The flies bothered them only in the morning, In the night, they clung to the ceiling and watched them make love.   His dreadlocks the color of…

Fiddle music someone playing a jig or dancing one I think of my grandfather immigrant Gramps, Norwegian as they came would dance a jig of celebration; in front of the TV following a home team victory in the aisles of the ballpark after a home…

Fourteen-stories of hotel towered over downtown Minneapolis; the massive pine by our back drive stretched nearly to the tenth the bottom boughs canopied out, branches looping upward, forming a cozy, sweet-smelling cave we rented out rooms, not the tree still, guests were often staying  there…

Home is a place that has never Existed for me A wanderer, a vagrant, Aimlessly drifting From Laos to Italy And though Home Has never been a label I’ve ever applied In these blue, twinkling eyes, You should see The world’s my oyster All for…