My Cat Peeko And His Selections and Approvals in Social Settings

Peeko says hi and good morning; it is now dawn and the time of sunrise behind such puffy clouds. He only seems to make this glamorous expression if I ask him if he’d like to take a photo for his best friend Gigi, a fellow Scorpio. If he winks at you, you are right above…… Continue reading My Cat Peeko And His Selections and Approvals in Social Settings

A Line of Mine and Some Poems By Other Writers

You might find an understanding, a silent one, that after awhile you find to not really be silent and that took the time to find the words to find you. *** Kin To Sorrow by Edna St. Vincent Millay Am I kin to Sorrow,  That so oft Falls the knocker of my door——  Neither loud…… Continue reading A Line of Mine and Some Poems By Other Writers

Looking Into The Forest, Considering A Dream

~I woke to the sky in its blue culmination and still early morning. Last night, I dreamed of two poets, Eavan Boland, whose last book I’d read recently and had passed away last year and Edna St. Vincent Millay; although Edna was born much earlier than Eavan, Eavan was an older woman in the dream and…… Continue reading Looking Into The Forest, Considering A Dream

A Letter

Edna St. Vincent MillayDear Gladys, To add to the good impression this early reply must give, I will proceed at once to answer your questions, (which you have probably forgotten you ever asked.)In the first question, as you will perhaps perceive, are two unpardonable insults: “Couldn’t you write something decidedly immoral (!) and, provided the verse…… Continue reading A Letter

She May Have Died Long Ago But We Can Still Collaborate

(a photo from fall)This idea came to me. I love to read poems by authors of the past and of today and some may touch me with ideas like my own whether we lived in the same time or place or not. I thought it might be an illuminating, fun experience to read a poem…… Continue reading She May Have Died Long Ago But We Can Still Collaborate