when only a part of something visible. The mind is part storyteller, part magician, and a seeker of the whole. And holy.
poetry bites
small poems & small plates
haiku (and not your usual 5-7-5)
Monday, March 18, 2024
Friday, March 15, 2024
No matter how much swirling
you can feel the weft and woof. And isn't the warp beautiful. Makes me think, what is the sentence under my feet. Yes, every carpet holds language; every step picks up and puts down a word. Gives new meaning to magical carpet, don't you think?
Tuesday, March 12, 2024
Two year anniversary
and counting. Fritz (on top) and Freddy. Bonded brothers. Bonded joy. And, yes, Fritz, is just as he seems -- a handful. Wouldn't have it any other way.
Saturday, March 9, 2024
Thursday, March 7, 2024
Wednesday, March 6, 2024
Tuesday, March 5, 2024
Another kind of Spring's abundance
Each of these is a short story. Together, interlinked novella. Mysterious, otherworldly, and perfect for a day of drizzle. Sun is a distant memory.
Labels:
abundance,
distant memory,
drizzle,
mysterious,
novella,
otherworldly,
short story
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