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the farmer and the fox
the farmer and the fox the farmer and the fox “when do you sleep, fox?” the farmer yawns through a smile, “you’re up at all hours, and…
scarred
This poem was inspired by (and co-created with), a friend who wishes to remain anonymous. It’s about what causes us to become marked, both inside and out, and what that…
mountain streams with waterfalls
This is about the joyful experience of being in rhythm and flow, both quick and slow. mountain streams with waterfalls © 2019 punkie mountain streams with waterfalls mountain streams…
sucked in
Editors at Mississippi Mills’ online newsletter The Millstone came up with a plausible (or not) explanation for a recent spate of AWOL emails from readers. Their theory inspired this…
what if people had sex like worms?
Spring 2015: I sometimes get stuck in ruts. Thankfully, some of the ruts in which I get stuck are rather fun. Poetry in the style of nursery rhymes, rhyming couplets,…
grist for the mill
On July 1, 2018, I moved from the beautiful village of North Hatley, Quebec, where I lived for five years, to the equally beautiful town of Almonte, Ontario, where I…
pink picket fences
pink picket fences © 2018 punkie pink picket fences glue sticks and blue sticks pens and potatoes roses are red and so are tomatoes creating a poem…
note to self: do not argue with people whose purpose is to argue
I wrote this poem, and posted it on LinkedIn. Then a man who seems to enjoy responding to my posts with passive aggressive comments designed to provoke me did so, and I…
a poetic #EPIC answer to “how are you?”
“How are you?” seems such a simple question. We hear it, or variations of it, over and over again, and we answer without much thought. “Fine thanks,” or something like…