The Anthropocene Hymnal is published! — Experiments in Fiction

Today, this book of wonderful poetry about saving our planet becomes available in both paperback or kindle versions. Two of my poems have been chosen to be in it. All proceeds from the book go to organizations working to save our planet. Please consider buying one $4 (for kindle) or $9 (for paperback) or donate…

dVerse — Poetics — The Wells that Never Empty

The Muses who inspire do not abandon me;round the clock they tick, sparked heartbeatsthat draw the world ever closer in varied splendor:morning’s cooled dew in Summer,pink snow of sunrise in Winter,the earth-toned blanket of Fall,and the creeping green of Spring. At dusk’s change of shift, I listen for the wingsof Mother Night as she travels…

Doodads — flowers in the rain

It’s been beautiful most of the week, sunny and warm.  There was a brief thunderstorm at the beginning of the week.  Wednesday night it rained by cleared by morning.  Later yesterday afternoon it became overcast again and rain began to fall.  Afraid of possible overnight frost with the temperature drop I went out to cover…

dVerse Haibun Monday and Haikai Challenge 191: Flower Moon

This Spring, in addition to bluebirds nesting in one of their boxes, there are two pair of ducks and a pair of sandhill cranes nesting along the ponds out back. I’ve seen the ducks take flight on my walks. The cranes have strategically placed their nest in an area that is now impassable due to…

dVerse — MTB — Nature’s Waltz

Nature’s Waltz When the outside comes in on the breeze, When the stale air inside floats away, When the scent of the lilac makes me sneeze, When the song of the wind chimes say that we made it to Spring through the greys. When the reds of the robins return When the orange of the…

dVerse — Quadrille Monday — Scuffed

Wound silky thread, row upon row, maker’s bark woven // yet fatefully scuffed; existential shorthand all understand. There remain no untroubled bits. If perchance you see none, know the pulp beneath. Mycellic intraveni creep up from roots; we’re nourished as we return to dust. Yesterday, older son and I took another walk out along The…