Category: Poetry

Magic Reapers

I can tell you I spend my days talking to the singing birds or conversing with my little dog, who understands every word My neighbors know nothing of me or what’s churning in my heart I doubt they know my name, much less my…

NOLA

Early Morning March 4,2005 We are sitting in Cafe du Monde enjoying beignets and robust coffee. It’s an overcast day, but we don’t care for we are in the Crescent city. This is NOLA, a city of dark secrets, rich gumbo, ancient ghosts, and…

Before You Go

Before you go, you should know I never expected you to be the one to lay my soul bare, leave me undone drive a spike through my lovestruck heartan abysmal gaping hole where nothing will grow but black thoughts trembling in the dark. dVerse…

Walking My Dog This Spring Morning

The sky is blue, nary a cloudI stroll the path with my head bowedmy dog trots with joy beside mewith his head and tail high, so proud I hear the buzzing of the beesflying from bloom to bloom with gleea symphony of nature’s soundsas…

Promote Yourself Monday March 11, 2019

Originally posted on Go Dog Go Café:
Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below. If you post…

On This Fresh Spring Day

The freshness of this spring breeze whisks away any grey gormless clouds of winter’s memorybringing sweet dreams of fragile sprouting seeds to blossom and brighten our once dreary days. From the gnarled lemon tree wafts a pungent tang of crisp citrus in the air,…

Woman

“You know why I do it? I do it because I want women to see that you do not get pushed around. You don’t run away from the fight.”- Nancy Pelosi Woman, Stand tall, dare to challenge tyrants who lack compassion for mankind -Be…

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