Category Archives: Poetry

December Dodoitsu #11

baby wisps of hair on skin,
glowing, backlit by the sun
the scent of musk, partial smiles…
things that stir my soul


December Dodoitsu #10

dawning amber, silent morn
screaming tires, grinding spin
ripping through the frosted din
travelers beware


We had record breaking snowfall here in the Blue Ridge Valley. The official tally for my little town was 15 inches (38.1 cm). In a place where even a third of that depth can shut things down, I’m in no hurry to leave my cozy home. Bring on the hot cocoa and cinammon toast. Have a lovely Monday!

December Dodoitsu #9

frosted winter white, the rose
blushes crimson through the night
clinging to petals, frozen,
forever in bloom


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 9 December 2018

Happy Sunday. Today was a sleepy snow day. I love the hush of a deep snow. We had about a foot of the white stuff. No street sounds, just the gentle puff of fluffy flakes hitting the ground.

Progressives in this country have been likened to snowflakes. I’m not sure why. It’s considered an insult. Perhaps because snowflakes seem fragile, easily melting if they hit something warm. But when the air is frigid and the ground is hard and cold, snowflakes don’t melt. They band together, and together snowflakes are a force to be reckoned with. The usual routine of the day is interrupted, the roads become impassable, schools and businesses close and the hard work of digging out begins.

When I think about snowflakes I’m not much bothered by the petty name calling of haters. I’ve seen what snowflakes can do when they band together. Beautiful snowflakes. Power does not always need to be fierce to make an impact.

If you’re a snowflake, know that you are not alone. Together we are not only beautiful to see, but a force to reckon with. And btw…each snowflake is unique too. Just like you.

Have a great week. ❄️❄️❄️

Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 9 December 2018

useless escape key
beyond their gilded gate
I’ve been losing parts of me
just needed an invitation
you only see
drip by dirty drop
‘round your beating heart
sense of urgency is code
things I can’t recall
that fire in one’s belly


A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.

December Dodoitsu #8

it’s a sign of ambition
that fire in one’s belly
but after years of toiling
could be an ulcer



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