Once again, up against the self-imposed deadline of the calendar because I have some sort of need to not disappoint the internet. It’s foolish, but it keeps me a little bit honest, so let’s roll with it. This poem was […]
Category: word wednesday
Ain’t It A Pity?
Doesn’t everyone have a favorite tree? Probably not, so I won’t bother waiting for your answer. Once again, this one is straight outta the journal with the absolute minimum of editing. ain’t it a pity? they’ve cut down my favorite […]
Word Wednesday – May 31, 2022
Something I wrote a few months ago and hadn’t looked back on until today. As per usual, this is unedited and pretty much how it was scrawled in my journal. want what is it to want? to have this amnesia […]
Word Wednesday, January 19
There’s still approximately 15 minutes left to Word Wednesday here in Eastern Standard Time, so here’s one from 2021 that hasn’t been revised at all and, in fact, hadn’t been read since it was typed into the magic poem machine […]
Late Spring Word Wednesday
One day after my triumphant return to blogging and I almost missed posting something. Okay, so maybe it’s not so much triumphant as wobbling back out onto rollerskates after a couple decades, but indulge for a bit if you would. […]
A Connected Word Wednesday
After a few weeks of new poems, I decided to reach back a couple years and dust one off. i stand connected too far from a future to see the right answers and too close to a past that contains […]
Word Wednesday On A Friday
Through some interesting (and frustrating) mutations of my sleep schedule this week, Wednesday turned into a contest for survival and I didn’t post anything for Word Wednesday. So, rather than wrack my brain for something to write about today, I […]
An Expected Word Wednesday
First off, thank you to everyone for their kind words regarding yesterday’s post and our precious Mia. This week’s poem is from a few weeks back, during another burst of late night creativity. This time, I was reading Pablo Neruda […]
Parbaked Word Wednesday
I’ll freely admit that this poem is a bit on the underside of cooked. It started out of an afternoon of staring at the walls and wondering what to do with myself. Then, I asked myself the title as a […]
These Word Wednesdays
Have to confess that rather than writing consistently to start the year, it’s been stops and starts. Quick bursts of output and then days of dormancy. Since I don’t want to bore anyone more than they might already be, all […]