Today's Little Ditty

moving every year or two changing towns and schools was tough enough why would the teacher sing the West-Side Story song* every day fo...

SINGLE FUTURE           ~with a line from "Black Box, by Devon Hope" How do you believe , when “we” becomes “ me ”? All t...

EPITAPH FOR A SLUG Your shiny trail gave you away, when hungry ducks came out to play. One look, a peck, and giant slurp, and you wer...

WINTER WONDERLAND Autumn brings change and death. Every Fall, green hastens into a jumbled kaleidoscope of leaves. Marking Nature’s o...

MEASURING TIME Pulled apart, we each drift and shift down through the opening back to the ground. Slowly slipping, counting out eternit...

LEAF Leaf is a changing word. So crisp and colorful in fall, as I dash and descend into crackling mountains. Deep, strong green in s...