Do not grind your teeth burn an ulcer in your gut numb yourself with wine Vote! It's the least any of my fellow Americans can do. Get yourself registered or double-check your registration to make sure you haven't been purged.

Because we didn't want to be subject to the whims of a tyrant (Apparently after 250 years, we've changed our mind.)

Like a cockroach in your coffee Republican corruption is fully steeped Pour it out and start a new pot (for this week's Monday Poetry Prompt)

Rise yellow lantern light this sultry August night make sundials work late

I've just been waiting for life to get dark enough that the stars come out

April heatwave Gnats and ants join our picnic for two Splendid — because of you (Written while listening to Beethoven's Sixth Symphony.)

sigh After two hundred fifty years, we have to do it all again. (Find an event near you)

Trump wrecks White House. No need for metaphor. Life becomes parody. (East Wing of White House reduced to rubble as part of Trump’s ballroom construction)

Want to keep your kitchen spotless? Stop cooking.

Dark side — light side different face every night but just one moon Happy First Day of Kwanzaa!  My fellow poet and blogger, A Cornered Gurl, recently posted a flattering review of my book, Milkshakes & Chilidogs. It's not too late to give one last gift in 2025. Thanks, trE!

I am delighted to report that two of my poems have been published today. Hope posted to the revived Whispers and Echoes. Thanks, Sammi! I adapted the first line, A little bird slammed into my window, mistaking it for the sky, as a Fraiku earlier this year. And I'm only an Imagist when I can't come up with a metaphor…

Just pen, paper and a word, like writing on a tightrope, instant feedback, no net. I spent the afternoon writing poetry on demand at the Grace Hartigan exhibit in the North Carolina Museum of Art. We wrote 25 poems over three hours. I did eleven of them, mostly because I never left the booth while my fellow poets gave readings around the hall.

I spread seeds to entice collaborators into my backyard (Speaking of collaborators, three weeks from tonight, I'll be performing at the Eno Arts Mill in Hillsborough, North Carolina, as part of the opening of Coalesce 2025. I wrote a poem to a painting by Ellie Snow and she's doing a painting based on one of my poems. I was part of Coalesce 2023 and it was a blast. I hope all my dear readers will attend.)  

Trees won't notice we've stopped chopping them down after we're gone.

Behind blue skies distant stars wait for night to fall In other news, I'm very proud to announce that my third featured post at The Short Of It is up, five poems, never-before-read, except by Susi Bocks. Check it out!

Carve the Runes in Rocks on the Moon Earth Eclipsed (Based on Susi's SenHai Saturday pic and one book title from Living Poetry's Monday Prompt plus last night's lunar eclipse.)

In my prime a whiz touch typist but U;n fwrrubf iks