A dVerse Quadrille prompt on the word coax sent me down a path of wondering—about rumor, belief, outrage, and whether wisdom can still be persuaded to show up.

Three haiku that celebrate autumn, along with the lyrics and a recording of the lovely old standard “Autumn Leaves”.

The moon’s magic and reassuring presence, explored in haiku, along with a repost of an earlier birthday haiku about a full moon.

A quadrille poem for the dVerse prompt dives into the tales that shaped me—Puff’s fading magic, Gulliver’s sharp satire, Jonah’s stubborn faith—and the beachy wonder where I first heard them. Fish, wish, and childhood spells: stories that still shimmer like sunlight on the water.

Heart-felt culinary love prose in response to the dVerse Poets Pub prompt. Food is my love language… what’s yours?

A heartwarming story about a unique birthday gift. Spoiler alert: one of The Grill-Meister books about space and time travel got to ride in a SpaceX rocket!

Beatnik poem written in response to today’s dVerse poetry challenge, requiring that we use the Villonnet format, which was entirely new to me.

A dVerse Poets Pub “catalog verse” prompt that began with seeming randomness evovled into a poem about regrets, loss, grief, forgiveness and finally, hopefulness.

Gordons Parks was a photographer, composer, author, poet, and film director, but more importantly for me, he was a prominent figure in my childhood and got into my psyche and my poetry.

A quadrille poem of 44 words written in response to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt.

A short children’s story in response to the dVerse Poet’s Pub prompt: “You cannot pluck moonlight to bring in your pocket!”

I found the dVerse Poet’s Pub last week and got a huge dose of inspiration. This post – and poem – are in response to the prompt you can find here: dVerse Dead Poets’ Society. The challenge from Kim, who was hosting the “gathering”, was…

A poem expressing sadness about what the drought and excessive heat are doing to our world, in both macro and micro ways.

I’m killing the writer’s block beast with brusque, intentional keyboard strokes and this short confessional post.

An example from another poet helped me break through writer’s block and honor my grandmother’s passing 2 years ago today.

A blogging mistake prompts a mea culpa and lessons learned confession.

Talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in;
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care;
How long it’s been since yesterday and what about tomorrow?
What about our dreams and all the memories we share?

A poem for people you love who are in pain.

Today, on Labor Day, I’m thinking of the many people I know who are laboring or heavy-laden, and I pray for them to find respite, peace, healing, comfort and support.

A remembrance poem for a gentle dog who licked my hand and leapt into my heart.