Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving

Oh what a day The crystal is polished and bright The jello mold has been in the fridge all night Continue reading →

A bowl full of mush. . .

. . . under the cover of toasted marshmallows, beneath a coating of breadcrumbs lurks a dish of something that Continue reading →

Open Mic

 I will be doing some poetry at a very lively open mic session in a local cafe called Ellies (107th Continue reading →

My sweetly beloved

My sweetly beloved Sleeps sweetly below me Breathing gentle in deepest of dreams Tiny twitch upon a pillow No cares Continue reading →