A Little About Me
I am an adventure seeking ponderer of the mysteries of the universe, writer of children's books (represented by Stephen Fraser of the Jennifer DeChiara Literary Agency), and lover of anything involving armor, archery, or swashbuckling.
MAY 2-3, 2020
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Holy Schlamoly – honored that my post “2 A.M.” was
- ODE TO ME BONNIE BLUE PLAID WELLIES
- THE CASE OF THE PURLOINED PICKLE
- MINDING MY Ps AND Qs – A Punctilious Quest
- MINING 4 MEMORIES IN THE LEAST LIKELY PLACE
- SECRETS, LIES, and SFOGLIADELL’
- IN HOT PURSUIT OF THE UNTETHERED MIND
- KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON – A Teacher Appreciation Dissertation
- POETIC PONDERING ON: What rhymes with Wisteria?
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Category Archives: POEMS
“…gather your witches, vampires and bats, spiders, ghosties and arch-backed black cats. Stand them together with goblins and ghouls, then stack them up high on the backs of pack mules, Or store them in boxes way up in your … Continue reading
Winter Dissolving crystalline crust decomposing evaporating
‘Tis three nights before Christmas, the day after Hanukkah, eight from St. Lucia, and five ’til Kwanzaa. ‘Tis two months since Diwali, India’s festival of light, as Sun settles into our world’s longest night. A breeze hugs the mountain, nudging … Continue reading
A Daily Post Photo Challenge – inspired by a recent accidental photo taken from a Chicago hotel room window… Dusk nosedives, hits street below Twilight flaunts a brave new world Should I stay or should I go?
One homemade heart trimmed in frilly, white lace, One arrow, one promise of a sweet, warm embrace… Once it’s notched, drawn, and trained on his chosen bullseye, Cupid first blows a kiss, and then lets it ~~~ fly ~~~