Category Archives: free verse


Just getting this out of my head and onto the page. I don’t like being angry. But that’s my reality right now and I’m guessing I’m not alone. I don’t want to forget how I’m feeling right now. Accepting it, recognizing it, redirecting this anger toward making a change, to once and for all righting the wrongs of our collective apathy and hopelessness is how i choose to move forward, for myself, for the children, for the outcast, the marginalized, the forgotten…for our world. But first, right now, I’m just angry. 
enough is enough

your thoughts and prayers
pierce us like daggers
emptying our hearts
of the last drops of grace
for your boastful posturing,
your lies, your meaningless
words that seek
to change the narrative,
holding us hostage while
you wait, wait, wait for us
to forget once again
that you really don’t care
about the slaughtering
of innocents, or for refugees,
or others, not like you,
please save your prayers
to your vengeful god,
a hateful god who doles death
to the weak, who brandishes
weapons of war proudly, a god
in whom no mercy can be found
for the meek, a god that you’ve
created in your own image
who boasts of being pro life
while shattering
the lives of the living
we will not forget
how you led the lambs to slaughter
how you congratulated yourselves,
for protecting the rights of monsters,
there’s a special place in hell for you,
would that I believed in hell


old friend

Merlin at One Hundred Years
old friend

Merlin will be 100
in cat years in a few
short months
a mischievous
imp he is
with fading eyes
and random patches
of gray, a toothless
mouth that pouts
when he mews, but
he still wears
his tuxedo coat like
a regal gentleman
who dines on pâté
while demanding the
servitude of his
ever-devoted human

(that would be me)

of course i comply
to his every whim
i’m a sucker for
soft fur, and deep
rhythmic purrs
mesmerized by
the dark flecks
in his green eyes
deep as wells
and by the trust
implied by his gaze
having tested me
these twenty-one years

Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 - Day 24 Prompt: write a poem in which you describe something with a hard-boiled simile. Feel free to use just one, or try to go for broke and stuff your poem with similes till it’s . . . as dense as bread baked by a plumber, as round as the eyes of a girl who wants you to think she’s never heard such language, and as easy to miss as a brass band in a cathedral.

Now I don’t know if my similes are all that, (as mentioned in the examples above), but I did manage to pen a few. They say one should always write what one knowS. I guess you could say I know my subject quite well, like an old friend he is…my gentleman kittie, Merlin.

etiquette when death comes to call

etiquette when death comes to call

never send
cut flowers
to the grieving
they wilt
and die
a dismal reminder
of their beloved

it’s a cruel
thing to do
don’t you see

but if you must send
something green
a lovely potted plant
filled with buds
on the cusp
of blooming
or a tree
one that’s
hearty and strong
a tribute
a celebration of life
a reminder
that life goes on


Na/GloPoWriMo2022 Day 23 Prompt: write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan, whose poems tend to be short and snappy – with a lot of rhyme and soundplay. They also have a deceptive simplicity about them, like proverbs or aphorisms.

thinking out loud…a prelude

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thinking out loud…a prelude

just listen
let me talk
nod your head
give me an uh-hmm or two
eye contact…i need eye contact
and your time
and your attention,
your presence
i need you to be present

i would do the same
if you needed me too
you know it’s true
i’ve been there for you
so i’m hoping
it’s not too much to ask
at least i hope not

and one more thing,
well maybe a few,
i don’t need you to fix anything
or defend me or get mad
or tell me what i should do
i’d like to figure that out
on my own, as i said
all i need you to do is
let me talk
just listen


Na/GloPoWriMo2022 Day 19 Prompt: write a poem that starts with a command.

wishing out loud

wishing out loud

i remember tripping over myself
to miss the crack in the sidewalk
just to save my mother’s back, and
i remember taking care not to walk
under ladders, or across the path of
black cats, i tossed specks of spilled salt over my shoulders (can’t remember if it was the right or
the left), knock on wood…did all
this and more because someone knew
someone who knew something
long ago, and said so, back then,
when wishing upon a star made
wishes a sure bet for coming true, oh the countless pennies i tossed into
fountains, wishing wells… i learned patience, waiting…and waiting,
hoping…waiting…waiting, i learned
not to wish for things, and that bad things happen no matter how hard
we tried to protect ourselves from it
wars, disease, malevolent strangers,
and other dangers, freckled faces
on milk cartons, innocence is
a fragile thing…how does anyone survive the loss of it or dare hope
for better or more, and yet
the sun rises and sets, we wake from
our slumber to birdsong and coffee
brewing, the crackling, salty, sweet aura of breakfast, and if we’re lucky
someone to share it with, or not, the
birds are good company, and the breeze…oh the breeze has many
secrets to tell, stories it heard from
the trees just over the hill, it’s okay,
i think to myself, that life doesn’t
always work out like i planned, okay
to settle for that second choice,
(sometimes, it turns out to be
the best choice)
this is what growing up feels like
and if you make it this far, there’s
a good
chance some of those long forgotten
wishes of yours have come true after all


Na/GloPoWriMo2022 Day 13 Prompt: Today, in honor of the potential luckiness of the number 13, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like the example poem here, joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.”

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