We can’t get enough
of
The Coasters.
600 Miles
In a virtual world,
what are
several hundred
miles
or
hours…
two… nine…
Missed It
The Magi showed up / And revealed / Divinity
No Words
I have nothing to write today, so I colored. Here is my contribution to the cosmos.
The Hour is Late
Unopened doors in neverending halls / I know I have the choice to alter clime
I put my finger on the “thing”
I put my finger on the “thing” / But then “thing” moved – or was it me?
Solve-ing Nothing.
Revolve…
and.
This is how it will always be.
COVID-Head
It’s real.
Sick Day Tanka
I am so, so, sick
Enlarged Heart
Last night, my adopted son who bears my name met his paternal biological grandparents for the first time.
Sonnet XLI – Christmastide
It’s “Boxing Day” which means the season’s o’er? In ‘Murica, again, we have it wrong.
Don’t Yuck Someone Else’s Yum – #SoCS
You don’t have to like it; you don’t have to eat it. I will.
Inexplicable Incarnation
Who would do /
This / On purpose?
Then What?
In general, I find a great deal of peace and predictability in the turning of the liturgical seasons. In other ways, it’s tremendously troublesome.
Always waiting. Always looking for what’s next. “OK, that one’s done, and I guess it didn’t ‘work’ either. What do we wait for next?”
Punt.
More sleep means haiku
Unwrapping the Gift of Wenceslas
I have to be honest; I’ve never liked this carol much.
Sonnet XL: Refocusing
The bad’s still there – I’ll let the best abound.
There Are No Rules – #SoCS
Opposites attract, Except, of course, when they Don’t.
The Gambler
He took the news while looking bold;
He chose to bet instead of fold.
defying atrophy 