“Yeah and?” —Peeko The bathroom door was mostly closed and I’d opened it to behold the above view… (📷photo by Dan his dad). 🐱 … photo by me, Monday morning My two full-length poetry books on the coffee table, Moonflower (2018) and A Little Honey Sweetens The Flame (2021). Peeko doesn’t actually endorse anyone’s poetry…… Continue reading What? He Likes the Way He Looks
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In the Deep, Expectant Dark
In the Deep, Expectant Dark for May Ziadeh I cried my tears. I cried your tears on your behalf. I cried in the places where your tears melted and trickled toward mine. I felt your fears and my themes passing through me and on… I looked into your years, and wants, and words. That night,…… Continue reading In the Deep, Expectant Dark
A Note Found and a Bookmark and A Great First Art Show
I found this bookmark in a library book I’d taken out and read yesterday, a slim blue copy of literary insight with a little biography of poet Edna St. Vincent Millay. From that book, these lines of a poem by Edna I’d not heard of spoke to me most poignantly: The stone the angel rolled…… Continue reading A Note Found and a Bookmark and A Great First Art Show
Finishing My Sentences
If harsh sounds make things loud for now, let them clatter on and off: I wish us safe together within the silk place…palace… * Another prose poem: Who Knew —Jade
Who Knew
Calm, I knew well, interlocked, entwined with mine. Superior, yet open always…first, that certain pale blue, the expansiveness that is close, contentment…Trust, feel safe with my soul-friend; I’d heard from others you looking down often, none of your little news, and mostly I’ve been looking up since I would look, meet both places, eyes meet…… Continue reading Who Knew
A New Pansy Flower, Creative Days, and a Pair of Literary Salon Tuesdays
This purple and yellow pansy flower on my balcony was born just today, and I kissed it gently this morning when I woke and saw it there…😘 and again this afternoon. Welcome to the world. 😊💕🍃 And this ‘Birds’ print chair made me smile when I saw it at the furniture store last week! I…… Continue reading A New Pansy Flower, Creative Days, and a Pair of Literary Salon Tuesdays
A Letter to My Missing Sunglasses
Dear Sunglasses I Lost (Maybe 6 Months Ago), Where did you go? I last saw you near my home—I think I’d put you down by the forest and forgot you there, but I can’t be too sure. The only animal I could think of might’ve taken you was a fox…I’ve never seen a fox, with…… Continue reading A Letter to My Missing Sunglasses
Many a Thing…(A Trip to the Antiques Shop)
Tues. Apr. 12, 2022 photo from Tues., Apr. 5th—“Pants by Peeko 🐱,” a perfectly good hemming this time, Peeko helping on his own when I got the pants ready (just ‘loungewear’, shown in previous post.) He was proud of both the task and his own joke: sitting like this holding the pants in place and…… Continue reading Many a Thing…(A Trip to the Antiques Shop)
A Villanelle for the Times
You might remember when I was writing a villanelle poem, wanting to try another traditional form, as I’d written my first ghazal at the time and a sonnet, but I didn’t like the draft or that particular form for the idea. I transformed that villanelle into a ghazal, and I was happy with that latest…… Continue reading A Villanelle for the Times
Delighted Like a Teddybear Cat, in Gray, Spa Spring Days
Peeko rests like an elegant, long floppy-armed teddybear and lounges with me during tea time. He loves Spa Days and Spring Celebrations—Day 12 today. I had given myself a pink pedicure and filed my nails last night, chamomile cleansing lotion a nice cooling rinse upon skin/body. I dried my shampooed hair, rinsed under highest pressure…… Continue reading Delighted Like a Teddybear Cat, in Gray, Spa Spring Days