Series: Tattoos, Bikes, and Butterflies (9) — My tent comes in the mail. I sit in our home office Unpacking each piece. The last time I went camping, I was 13 years old — I didn’t set up my own tent. I take my time, Terrified that the $68 piece Of fabric and aluminum Will show its…

Poetry Writing Contest response — As the morning sun brightened the sky The knight stood tall, with spirits high With polished armor and his sword in a sheath He began conversing with wizards and beasts Warlocks and witches, thieves and nobility Earnestly he searched for a heroic responsibility Near and far, from eskimos to sages Even…

April 12, 2023 — Poem a Day: a sound poem — Morning Sweet Nothings The thrumming of the AC fills the room. A constant — a heartbeat of the house. Soft purrs compete — Thrum — purr — thrum — If I hadn’t just woke, I’d f a l l asleep again. Intermittently, a gentle wheeze punctuates the air. Turning on my side — Pop…

a mundane poem — Taking pictures of the mundane might be my camera‘s speciality: dirty city hearts sunshine in a water glass flower on asphalt children’s chalk art shoes on running routes graffiti screaming for attention ancient oak roots marking life first morning sun late evening sky 1000 crown caps a hipster quote … Isn’t mundanity the most common motive of all? a mosaic of…