Me thinks it’s quite a reasonable endeavor to confer and regard in high esteem the friendship my buds of taste have given me.With multiple papillae they sort and switch where flavors go.Sweet tongue tip:Her Empirical Highness.There: Creme Brûlée and Mallomarshitch a ride.Globs of Redi-Whip and Tasty-Freezeare sure to please.Yes, my budding tastes concur.Just a few … Continue reading These Are My Buds by Marea Needle
She was a college dean’s wife and mother of three sons. She faithfully and competently performed the requisite duties of both jobs. She was also frustrated and angry that she couldn’t fulfill her own ambitions. We don’t know specifically what they were because she never said. She was educated, skilled, creative. She was a creature … Continue reading A Non-Lyric and Unsung Ode to Her by Leslie Sittner
The earth is hallowed groundMuch movement penetratesthe hallowed groundThe invertebrate is named“earthworm”Clitellate is its classA tube within a tubeThe earthworm body hasring- like segments named annulSmall bristles cover its surfacehelping it move and burrowdeep within the earthleaving waste and tunnelsaerating the ground aroundThis simple invertebratesource of foodfor birds, rats and toadsSoil aeration its primary functiontransporting … Continue reading Ode To The Earthworm by Mary Perrin Scott
Clouds cover the tips of the mountainscutting them in half withtheir wide swatch of whitenessOthers dip down to meet the seacreating an ethereal misty effectThe waters dotted by small fishing boatsdesolate but beautiful in its desolationIsolated from the worldaccessible only by sea or skyNo billboards, no neon lightsJust moon, sun and starsThe only signs of … Continue reading In Awe of the Whales by Linda Freedland
all the lingering looksall the pretty wordsall the loveall the hateand everythingin betweenhow are we supposed to sleep?how are we supposed to cryand carry tearsforall the lost time? just listen nowtoall our laughs and cracklesboomingin thealleycoming fromourcrackedlips.
James is the brothernot possible in childhoodwhere work wasexpected and demandedand caregiving,not companionship,with the youngers.Together we playwith wordsand information –who can surprisethe other?Now separated welong for each other.Will there be reunion?Some day or time, for surebut possibly…beyond place or time.
Six-inches, flat as a pancake,Wonder Woman’s superhuman musculatureA gift from Greek deitiesStands tall on the windowsill byMy kitchen sink. The strength of Superman combinedWith femininity, beauty, and innocencePrincess of ThemysciraKnown undercover crime-fighterDiana Prince. American icon birthed ofClay October twenty-first 1941.To heal society’s illsWorld War II fighter to run outNazi evil. Woman doctor and scientistSociety’s fashion … Continue reading My First Epic by Karen Davidson
He came to my door.And he blew right straight through. “Don’t you think that’s a bit rude, even for you.You could have tried knocking, maybe ringing the bell.” Super Gigboy sneered. “I’m pretty pissedbut I’m sure you can tell.” “I have no idea. I haven’t a clue.” “Don’t play coy with me. It had to … Continue reading Wonder Woman of the Web by Linda Freedland
Wonder Woman knocked on my doorI was busy sweeping the floor.“Put down your broom and talk to me”I’m busy now, can’t you see?“Chores can wait, there’s more to life”Chores can’t wait, they build up strife“The only strife is what you make”Running a house is no piece of cake“Take a moment, come here and sit”Housework won’t … Continue reading A Visit from Wonder Woman by Judyann Grant