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 4-5, 2019
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Holy Schlamoly – honored that my post “2 A.M.” was
- 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?
- THE POWER OF LOVE
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Tag Archives: poetry
Mourning in the morning is more difficult than at night since your ghost is visible in the daylight, said the woman, hands folded, as if reciting a prayer, to the aide sliding a comb through her once shiny, thick hair. You know you can’t hide inside that disguise! She … Continue reading
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 ~~~
Anticipation builds when a decorate-able holiday approaches. Eggs are hung from trees, reindeer are bolted to roofs, carved jack-o-lanterns are set at the door. The decor reminds our salivary glands of the marshmallow Peeps, chocolate-filled gold coins, and spiced pumpkin pie to … Continue reading
Can you think of a better place than an entire house filled with books and art for a group of writers and artists to meet once a month to dive into craft? I can’t. Besides lending itself to good company, tasty nibbles, and an occasional … Continue reading
Do stars look to the heavens and marvel at their surroundings? Might they gossip over a neighbor’s blueshift or trails of cosmic dust as they redshift on their path to eternity?
Raven clings to the towering worn-out pine like a shining star still snagged on last December’s holiday tree. But does he truly cling? Perhaps it’s simpler – more effortless. Perhaps he’s merely perched, perusing his neighbors welcoming their day.