From the #QuoteGarden: Autumn flowers

Autumn is my favorite time of year! The air has a quality unlike any other time. It’s sweet, but not the young sweet of spring. It’s drier, but not a harsh dry like the end of summer. There’s a chill, but not the gelid air of winter. It’s a bit of perfection squeezed between two vastly different…

Traveling Fool

For the time being, posts will be a bit sporadic. Right now, I’m a traveling fool. I’m on a quick tour of the US. As a writer and as a person, it was time to recharge, grab some new experiences, and enjoy some new scenery. I have traversed across much of the deep south of…

From the #QuoteGarden: Cold, Gray Winter Days

I’m not one to complain about winter. If you live in the north, it’s just a fact of life. So, to help get us through, I’ll be sharing #quotes celebrating winter for the next few weeks. I hope you enjoy them. Today’s quote offers a reflection on the clouds of winter.  

From the #QuoteGarden: Steinbeck on Winter

I’m not one to complain about winter. If you live in the north, it’s just a fact of life. So, to help get us through, I’ll be sharing #quotes celebrating winter for the next few weeks. I hope you enjoy them. Today’s quote helps to put the seasons into perspective.  

From the #QuoteGarden: Hitchcock on Blondes

I’m not one to complain about winter. If you live in the north, it’s just a fact of life. So, to help get us through, I’ll be sharing #quotes celebrating winter for the next few weeks. I hope you enjoy them. Today’s quote is not winter specific, but calls upon wintry cold in a most…

From the #QuoteGarden: Ice and Fire

I’m not one to complain about winter. If you live in the north, it’s just a fact of life. So, to help get us through, I’ll be sharing #quotes celebrating winter for the next few weeks. I hope you enjoy them. Today’s quote is not winter specific, but calls upon wintry cold in a most…

A fine collection of art, poetry, and fiction about wolves

I am delighted to have a new poem entitled “wolf howl” in the fine collection, Wolf Warriors: The National Wolf Watcher Anthology. All proceeds go to the Wolfwatcher Coalition.  The book blurb says it all: Wolves have terrified and mystified us, their howls echoing through the words of our fairy tales, the texts of our…

Behind the hedgerow

For #WerewolfWednesday, we’re treated a full moon, a lunar eclipse, and a meteor shower. Oh, and this werewolf poem!  What lurks behind the hedgerow? Crackling branches under feet As I sit upon the stone bench in the silver glow of the full moon, where my lover I did come to meet.   Whose labored breaths…

leaves of memory

if I could kiss my memories and toss them to the wind as crumbled leaves, my outstretched limbs would yearn so desperately as to sprout new memories as spring. the desperate red,   the shameful purple, the quivering orange cling to me against the cold. this autumn coat of my life—not always beautiful but nonetheless…

chimera

broken and stitched from many separate, now dead, pieces. the grotesquery you’ve made of me. we often               imagine much worse than reality. yet not in this instance. the stiches rub raw and red and infected yet hold. oozing between branches, sunlight mottles the damp soil and leaves. where we lie. we talk of movies….