In order to self-motivate and to ensure I write each day, I signed up for word of the day emails. Now, I get a word in my inbox every morning and by the end of the day write a new piece either incorporating the word or encapsulating its meaning.

That's the idea anyway.

Please enjoy.

Monday, November 19, 2018


loyalty led him here
beyond the realm of right
too far gone he finds himself
remorseful henchman now
he  wonders where it was
the moment when no
was still an option
he’ll go down
in this ship
he never

Sunday, November 18, 2018


deep in the woods
made of moss
and tangled tree limbs
a chapel with one bench
next to a crooked cross
of weathered rock
and on the makeshift alter
scratched this melancholy song
“for one who loved this place
from one who loves her still
though the years are long
and many years have passed
since she’s been gone”

Saturday, November 17, 2018


beyond the edge of hearing
they come to you at night 
in insidious susurrous
the quiet lies of doubt
telling you 
your worst fears
are true

I find 
music helps
to drown it out 

Friday, November 16, 2018


i recognize i'm quick to hurt
wounded too easy by passing slights
wary too oft and hold on too long

i recognize i leap before i look
and blame the ground whereon i land
for giving no support, forgiving no support

i recognize my role in love gone wrong
and though it does not exculpate me
in recompense, in my defense, this:

i don't love easy
but i do love
my love hard and fast
for i don't love many
but i do love muchly
and when i love
i love to last

Thursday, November 15, 2018


find them
even now
every now
little       pieces     of you
fallen     behind the      desk
at the          back of the       closet
lodged        between the       pages
     of a         book I started     reading
   once upon
  a time
  and long ago
 tiny mementos
    that keep     you here
      beyond          the grasp 
    of grave           and grief

Wednesday, November 14, 2018


time for childish things 
ephemeral as a bubble 
blown from baby lips
as it burbles and puckers
and suddenly it’s time
for tomfoolery and suckers
then coffee and consequences 
the wine and wistfulness 
and nostalgic whimsy 
before we end
and begin again 

Tuesday, November 13, 2018


time has passed,
the world moves on
and still...
my recalcitrant heart
holds a dream best forgot.
a security blanket
of a wistful wish.
I would teach it
new aspirations
if I could just
make my stubborn soul
let go the binky
of Perhaps.