Today's Little Ditty

THE OPEN DOOR A brown cardboard package ker-thumps on my porch. The open door creates a cascade. Icicles scatter-shatter. Squirrel-ta...

September, When the Heat Finally Breaks  and We Open the Windows Rain pounds as sheer curtains dance a damp minuet. My husband’s sho...

TO THE FACEBOOK ADS THAT DOG MY DAYS           ~with a line from "Black Box, by Devon Hope" Don’t show me belly fat, under...

ANNABETH BAKES CUPCAKES           an Abecedarian Badinage Annabeth bakes cupcakes  and decorates energetically with full, ge...

A RECIPE FOR POETRY Preheat the oven.             Set a deadline. Measure flour, sugar, eggs.             Sift emotions, moments, ima...

ODE TO WRAPPING PAPER You sigh as you unroll, your stars cartwheel and your candy clouds cluster. The scent of paper newness and an u...

"Essie, Ruby and Ferdinand, Children of Asher Wertheimer" by John Singer Sargent (1902) Essie I will never live this down...

ECHOES   Anyone who falters to a stop, mid breath, and lets her words breathe, then echo, then die, is a poet. Splash your words, on...

SUMMER VACATION!? I won’t write what you tell me! I have my own plans, my own thoughts and dreams, why should I write what you tell me...

Seed for Thought Kindness is planting milkweed seed for a monarch butterfly we've never met. My daughter and I dig a trench along a...