Driving on Snow

Last night, mom and I ordered Chinese food for carryout. Outside it was dark. No light from neighboring houses except an oddly placed lamppost at the end of a driveway. The street was covered in the slush from a previous snow.

“You sure you want to go out?” I asked. Mom hated driving on snow.

She shrugged.

I drove us through the quiet downtown as fresh snow fell. While we waited for our order, we perused the tables at a craft show next door displaying quilts and ribbons, chapbooks with mixed media covers, incense and potpourri.

I turned to my mom and said, “You know dad really misses you.”

I woke up before I could hear her reply.

(A 3 AM dream I posted on Twitter, July 23rd, 2020).


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Sunday Mornings

Sunday mornings
simple embroideries
Breaking fast on the front porch
as morning sun breaks through
white gossamer sheers
Admiring the green
growing between bricks
of a one hundred year old road.


Our house has a glassed in front porch which I’ve been meaning to spend more time on. Last weekend, we installed curtain rods and sheer white curtains for added privacy and coziness. The cats enjoy the sun and the Mister and I enjoy our meals out there.

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Apple Orchard

Apples and donuts
and gallons of cider,
warm days and farm fields
and driving for hours.
It’s a tradition
we do once per year
but this time it’s just not
the same as last year.
The market expanded,
it’s no longer cozy,
and it’s too muddy
to walk in the orchard.
And no one is waiting
for us in the drive.
This time I’m alone
when I make apple pie.


On this day, one year ago, we found out the next two holidays would be our last…

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Black of Night

Three spooky haikus for you.


In the black of night,
the scream of an animal
wakes me from my sleep.

Under the covers
I listen to the struggle
until there’s silence.

In the brisk morning,
I do not search for remains.
I don’t want to know.


Friday morning, I woke to agitated chattering outside. It sounded like an animal was fighting something. I don’t know what it was or what it was fighting.

In the daylight there was no fur, no feathers.

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Here is the link to the day 12 OctPoWriMo post. Please visit the other poets and writers who are taking part in this month’s writing challenge.


Working Mind Wanders

This is a cleave style poem. It’s three poems in one! Please read the left justified lines first to the end, then the center lines to the end, then put it all together.


In a meeting

I breath

I sit and write

my dreams

to stay engaged

but my mind wanders.

It’s a fridge in here

I can’t settle down.

I keep the teeth chattering to a minimum.

I want to scream

Keep writing,

howl to the moon,

double underlining,

dance in the yard.

It’ll be over soon

The end is near

My eyes start to close

I begin to drift

I fall asleep.

I wake up.


A cleave style poem. It started this morning with Jane Dougherty’s cleave poem “Silence Broken” (safe for work) then Angela van Son wrote one, “I Lost Connection” (also safe for work).

Must be contagious.

I hope you will visit Jane and Angela as well as the other poets and writers taking part in OctPoWriMo this year.

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