casualties
This morning, when I was walking on the Ottawa Valley Rail Trail (OVRT), I came upon a dead frog. I took a picture. This evening, when I was browsing the…
This morning, when I was walking on the Ottawa Valley Rail Trail (OVRT), I came upon a dead frog. I took a picture. This evening, when I was browsing the…
Seems everyone else is always to blame for everything (especially, it would seem, if you are the premier of Ontario, a random commenter on Facebook or a narcissist LOL!)….
This poem was generated by a writing group prompt asking us to imagine improbable “what if?”s. This poem is about that. what if? © 2020 punkie what if?…
ptsd © 2017 punkie Listen here (and/or read below): ptsd © 2017 punkie i cry as the sun sets i weep at its rise the least little…
I scribbled this poem during one of my writing group sessions in spring 2016 when I was still caring for my mom who lived with Alzheimer disease. I was…
Today, January 28, 2019, is my sixty-third birthday. Below are some of the things, in no particular order, that I’m grateful for today and every day. When I started…
“Hey! Look at that!” Bobby’s driving, so he sees him first. It’s about 9:30 p.m. on a late summer’s eve sometime in the 1990s, and we’ve just pulled into…
This poem was co-created with a friend who wishes to remain anonymous. It’s about a different kind of climax. climax © 2019 punkie climax only you love with rich…
I’m fortunate to be surrounded by whole hosts of earthbound angels who guide and support me every day in small and big ways. I try to let my angels know…