NaPoWriPo 17

My apologies in advance for another intense poem. I'll try to lighten things up tomorrow.   The tinkle of ice in a glass might sound like I'm recreating the scene except I know in the end she stopped bothering with niceties like ice and glasses. In the end, the only thing that mattered was the … Continue reading NaPoWriPo 17

NaPoWriMo 12

I'm buckling down for the long haul Laying in the supplies again Measuring my life by how much there may be left to live, how many more times I'll see the daffodils the buds the welcome green of spring.

NaPoWriMo 7

The smell of engine oil, metal, of galvanized nails lined up in bins with a hanging scale and stacks of paper bags, not the plastic boxes, and reels of chains in all different sizes. My favorite: the key machine, with all those blanks hanging, waiting to be carved to fit your lock, and your lock, … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 7