Ants have their own civilization, So too they say of bees, whales, and manatees. Birds soar in arabesque  to far off destinations, On migrations planned in antiquity, continued in perpetuity.   How unusual and careless it would be  of God to take such care with perfecting a ladybug,  a bee, a falcon,...

  Exit Poem: Reflections from a retired English teacher   What I Left Behind Time to pack away memories: Take smiles and hearts only, Leave the rest alone.    What to do with the old essays?  Writing still bold: Adjectives screeching, verbs dancing, subjects declaring, Life spilled, stirred, and served on yellow paper.    No need to save...

Swing high, my love, Bend your knees, Look up, even when clouds play hooky with your dreams.   Don’t stop in mid-air, just pump away like life is coming for you. Bend your knees, pretend you’re sailing over  Choppy waves, bucking like a giant seahorse. No matter, hold on to the...

Writing Group Topic: Winter When life gets too rough for princesses in fairy tales, they have the option of taking a nice long sleep. According to Bruno Bettelheim, https://michelinewalker.com/tag/bruno-bettelheim/ the expert on analyzing fairy tales, princesses sleep through the trauma of adolescence and awaken to a...

Poem: Is This Us? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is Us, a new show, all slurpy and sloppy, grins slathered like marmalade, all over everything. Even cancer comes with epiphanies and revelations. This is Us, about us?  I ask, He stares at the screen. Texas Hold’em, the river; He dives in as I float by, waiting,...