Daily Archives: November 26, 2019

when the wind whispers to the moon

, he says there’s a storm on the way. buckle down, get strong. she says i’m already strong. unties her belt and begins to dance.     . In November, we poem. 

Posted in moon poems, Poetic Asides Chapbook Challenge 2019, scribbling storms, storms | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Breakfast Talk

Hey, we’ve diddle-diddled long enough, see? The cat’s fiddling around with her food again, and the cow is over-the-moon in love with that little laughing dog. There’s a fog rolling in, and we’re running out of ………….(patience), ……..dishes ………….and spoons. … Continue reading

Posted in Poetic Asides Chapbook Challenge 2019 | Tagged , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Last Petal

.. This poem has fallen in and out of love with her -selves long before this sixth line. She’s daisy-chain tired and yet tried and true. She’s blue. And a particular shade of gray. She really really ……………….(really) wants to … Continue reading

Posted in Poetic Asides Chapbook Challenge 2019, scribbling storms | Tagged , , , , | 1 Comment