POPO 2025 — Day 26 — On Bombing Iran (written on 4th of July)

On Bombing Iran (written on 4th of July) I made a spotify playlist last night. Words escaped to string into feelings. It was easy. Distracted for a moment from seeing a curse come true for the whole world. How many will die? Like I mentioned before, these are not ekphrastic poems.  The puff looked like…

POPO 2025 — Day 25 — Helped

Help(ed) Someone blinked neon green help at me through atrium window one night. How the tiny prisoner came to be trapped doesn’t matter only that they needed release. One jar and paper towel later she blinked thanks at me then away, into ink.

POPO 2025 — Day 24 — Chip Be Nimble

Chip Be Nimble I was reminded today that chipmunks are squirrels instead of chatty cartoons, runners and burrowers. I watched one climb the slider screen, then pull itself onto windchimes to trapeze. Only a miniature squirrel could be so nimble. Note: You may be wondering what fruit has to do with chipmunks. Nothing, other than…

dVerse OLN — Waiting

Waiting She shows herself only to mewhen I visit her garden; posespretty ruffled dress and gloves;it matters not, and may enhance,her filigree bones beneath them.Lanky locks, lavish green bow,I wait for her turn. What colorare her eyes? How wide is hersmile? Will her teeth be small?Although I visit Miss Havershamevery day, every day I’m lost…

POPO 2025 — Day 23 — How to Poem

How to Poem How does one write a poem without sounding like a poet? I prefer in your face forms and rules; no hiding or trickery; to present itself as it is where liminal space need not puzzle it out. There’s a-muse-ment though in free versing it, like pouring a few drops of honey into…

Mama Stamberg’s Cranberry Relish

Steve, from Half-fast Cycling Club wrote about the passing of an illustrious, integrity-full journalist, Susan Stamberg, who passed away last week at the age of 87.  Part of Steve’s post talks about one of her famous recipes for Cranberry Relish.  I decided to take a crack at the recipe this afternoon.   I don’t have a…

POPO 2025 — Day 22 — Finally Noticed

Finally Noticed At the gardens at the koi pond appreciating shade I look up to see a stand of dawn redwood surrounding me. How many times have we walked the curving path to marvel at stacked boulders giving water its falling form, watched calico swirls gather tasty pellets without noticing the trees?