Today, the prompt for my poetry challenge was to write a rhyming poem. Here is my offering. Today, I rest by a gurgling brookpleased to discover a moss-covered nookI breathe in the air so crisp and clean happy to be enveloped in a sea of greenIn the water, I hear a swishsoon I spy a…

Below is my humble attempt to answer today’s poetry prompt: Write a tall tale. After Steven King’s mother, a fallen fairy, got mixed up with a rambling warlock, Steven came into the world with a pair of oversized fairy wings. These enable him to travel to both light and very dark places. While still a…

Sitting at the kitchen tableMy coffee cup in handI find myself musingAbout the nature of manNot man, the male of our speciesBut man – short for humanMy coffee is cream-coloredBut originally was blackLike our African forebears, the origin of our kindThen other colors came about, each equally unique Until those with the most possessionsDecided their…

The quote, “Strange Tooth in a pie. Purchaser Indignant”Came from the Washington Times, July 6, 1907I think we’d all like to think that an unsavory discoverylike a “strange tooth” appearing in foodis relegated to the distant pastwhen sanitation and health department standardswere not as high as todayUnfortunately, just a few years backTwo friends of ours…

Lying here in bed,I can hear your rhythmic ribbitsRight now, there’s only one of youBut I know you have friends nearbyI can hear their serenade as I walk in the evening.Water is key to your presenceAnd I’m grateful for the rain That has enabled you to join usIn drought years, I miss your songBut not…

We met that day when you rang our doorbelland asked if we neededsomeone to mow our lawn.You, an older Mexican man, fifty-fiveAnd me, a mother in my late thirties.Who knew then you and your nephews would work for us for fifteen years?Doing our lawn every other weekScraping and painting our houseWorking inside on room after…

Missing you this evening.We have the fire roaringfor the hot tubNothing fancy except the setting.Nestled amid the orange trees Under a star-studded sky.The air is scented with orange blossomsThe evening so quiet you can hear a far-off owlNo traffic noise or street lightsJust the occasional rustle of a night creaturewandering through the grove.Wish you were…

Yesterday, our family celebrated the birthdays of Luna, Lyla, Ray, and Ron’s mom, Cindy. We had food, presents, and lots of fun. How wonderful to be surrounded by these lovely people in my life. Here are a few photos to commemorate the event. Lyla (5), Luna (ll), Nico (8), and Ethan (15 3/4 months) Ray,…

Early one morning, in my family’s kitchenI felt my stomach contort from hunger,an accordian squeezing out a tune.I was five, I sat at the table watching my dad fry sunnyside-up eggs in the cast iron skillet.My tummy was a wrung out washrag inside my belly.”Can I eat now?”I asked my father.He turned and slipped the…

To be happysaid the little boyis to play outside so hardMama’s smileshines down on melike a full moon at nightTo be happysaid the honey beeis to buzz from flower to flowerso muchbright orange pollencovers my whole body like sprinkles on ice creamTo be happy said the alpacais to stretch in the sunso longmy soft black…