Today's Little Ditty

LOOK INTO THE FUTURE Into the future, I stare pondering its vast unchartedness pondering a new normal. Pondering, I stare into the fu...

FUTURE FRIENDS Someday soon I will shake the hand of my neighbor and say, Come right in © 2020 Janie Lazo. All rights reserved. Th...

"leak of ideas" by Anja Mexicola (click on image to enlarge) I hope you enjoyed our new Lessons from the Bookshelf seri...

COME FUTURE Come to me future Come to me now through this tainted coronavirus time Conjure up mystery– Let my mind slip in between im...

AT THE POND Someday soon I’ll take your hand and we’ll walk to the pond. Careful where you step! A baby turtle, no bigger than ...

Here we are halfway through National Poetry Month (already!) and two-thirds of the way through our in-depth look at Patrice Vecchione...

A STORY LOST I wander through the shelves looking for a story I lost somewhere among the stacks of stories I devoured. It’s an old-fa...

ALS Your adventuresome disposition craved more than Egypt, Hungary, Panama An unchosen, formidable new journey: Hello Amyotrophic L...

Welcome back to Lessons from the Bookshelf and our deep dive into Patrice Vecchione's newly released instructional book for teens (a...

PALM SUNDAY These hands weeding, discovered palms, and wondered... Will these old palms make supple crosses? These hands cut long s...

BABY'S BREATH He wakes— that sound . That rasp.—Is it? It is. He traces it to the crib. The baby. Just three months old. Not brea...

I HAVE SO I GIVE Two eyes to see the needs of others, Brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers. One heart to feel their pain and despair, ...

MUSIC THERAPY When Mom lay still in a hospice bed I called my oldest friend, a music therapist I needed Mom’s favorite hymns. With pi...