Winter wind —-Chases clouds across blue skyHowls at shivering palm trees ~~~ Inspired by this post about January winds on Naturalist Weekly, a wonderful blog that connects nature and poetry. *This is the palm tree that fell right behind my bedroom wall where I was sitting, during Hurricane Ida. Boom!
I love my bed, love snuggling under the purple patchwork quilt hand-sewn by my mamaw’s best friend over 35 years ago, Love how the sheets are cool in summer, but warm up with my body’s heat in winter, I love my electric blanket like a bear hug when the cold wind blows, love my pillows … More Eyes Closed in a Quiet Room
This is a poem that was published in Muddy River Poetry Review back in 2017. It has a reference to a Beatles song in the title and in the verse. The Beatles have been all over the Net with the release of The Beatles: Get Back so I thought it would be fun to dust … More dVerse Open Night: Don’t Carry the World
a balmy late morningsunlight falling across my lapamid the sounds of city trafficthe unfamiliar call of a birdperhaps on a rest stopto even more southern climesor one of the neighborhood blue jays practicing impressionsand waiting for peanuts
Creation’s ChaosVoices fall from the night sky, a chorale of invisible comets disguised as bone and wax,splashing over the landscape, hopeful as sleeping seeds windblown into creation’s chaos,searching eyes balanced between luck and inevitability. Nursing a tender center desperate for escape, it flings itself outward, buoyant for one more day.If you listen it becomes a … More Creation’s Chaos
Shouldn’t it still be April? Lol, well it soon will be again. I have been meaning to post links to my recent publications as they occur but never did so here they are, if anyone is interested. Many thanks to the wonderful Editors who accepted these pieces. All of these journals are stellar and ones … More It’s crazy how time flies
On 13 Days of Rain Hush now, dog! There’s nuthin’ on the front porch but an empty chair rockin’ in the rain spatter drippin’ off the roof. Thunder’s rappin’ an a-rollin’ and lightnin’s doin’ the stanky leg ‘cross the sky – yeah, it’s loud enough to wake the dead but they best stay sleepin’ lest … More On 13 Days of Rain
I’m thrilled to have my poem, “Mint”, in Emerge Literary Journal’s new issue. Thanks to Editors Ariana and Damon for selecting this piece and allowing my work in their pages once again. I’ve been reading the issue this afternoon and there is so much goodness in it! Do go and take a look!
darkness of eyes, darkness of cloudsflowing off the Gulf,lamps will not light this place as cerulean yields to burgundyas night folds us into velvet,when we sleepyou sometimes hold my hand —— from “When You Sleep Without Pain” by Peach Delphine in Feral Poetry
Honestly, I’m a much better poet than a baker. I like to eyeball ingredients, and you can’t really do that with a precise science like baking. But I’ve been making this sour cream coffee cake for 15 years and have never grown tired of it. Enjoy! Sour Cream Coffee Cake Prep Time: 15 minutes Cook … More Writers Who Bake: Lannie Stabile