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.

A simple poem in a Chaucerian structure that conveys the simple innocence of a childhood along the Texas Gulf Coast.

A poem reflecting the bad news of today. Now is the winter of our discontent.

Poetry and prose have helped me process the shocking, gut-wrenching loss of a precious, unique, complicated person: my brother.

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

Short recording of a poem that’s whimsical, slightly naughty, is like an old-style fairy tale with villains (think the Brothers’ Grimm’s Snow White), and has a cat (shades of T.S. Eliot’s Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats).

Winter storm Enzo brought record-breaking snows to the South along the Gulf of Mexico. Brrrr! It’s poetry-worthy!

My childhood at the beach is a constant muse for poetry and a guide for how to live, an everlasting gift from my parents, who chose to leave suburbia for a life on the coast that would their children to be children and their lives to authentic and grounded in nature.

A quick poem in response to a prompt from the dVerse Poets Pub about newspapers.

A poem in the “Magic 9” format that highlights the characteristics both positive and negative cultures and promotes diversity.

A bitter and melodramatic mashup of two tiny poems in response to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt about being stood up. But hey, I learned that I can buy my own flowers.

A prequel poem about how Snoopy met Woodstock, and then they were found by Charlie Brown.

Answer to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt to write a quadrille (44-word poem) using the word “pinch”. Includes a cat, a horse and a crab and a reference to homonyms, homophones and homographs.

Recognizing that while the farmers market in Tomball may not be the cause of the change in the city from a hick town to a more open-hearted, open-minded, diverse and enlightened place to be, it is the proof of it (a poem).

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

4 poems about snow. Snow can be fun. Snow can be dangerous. Make a snowball, but don’t throw it at your Mom. Snow is a metaphor for lost love. Become a snow angel, not an avenging angel.

I’m not on the recommended pace to write a poem each day this month to participate in National Poetry Month, but this one happened in about 30 seconds. There will never be another muse like my Dad. He was a remarkable, wonderful, loving, accepting, listening…