Based on a true story, and posted in honor of Thanksgiving this week. (For the record, my dog was the creature most likely to enter the triangle this time.) Triangle of Death Originally written November 17, 2021 Mother always got …
The month isn’t over yet, but I can already say that today’s poem is the best thing to come out of this month’s Poem a Day challenge. The prompt was to write either a Sestina or a Villanelle. Villanelles are …
Very few of you will understand today’s poem. That’s okay. Sometimes it’s okay for me to be ridiculous and entirely self-serving in my poetry, right? Honestly, this one was filed in the mental category of “never gonna post it.” But …
I’m doing the November Poem a Day challenge again, which is always a good opportunity to replenish my stock of poems, if nothing else. Today, I’m bringing you two I wrote this week. Both are very short, and both are …
Five years ago [Wow, how have I been doing this five years? – Ed.], I posted this sonnet about the Ghost of Martin Luther coming back to haunt a church on the 500th anniversary of the Reformation. It’s probably one …
In years past I’ve done Botober, a set of sketching prompts generated by AI to hilarious and unusual results. This year, since I was going to travel for two weeks, I decided to skip it. Fortunately, my friend Ken Priebe …
I’ve been playing tabletop roleplaying games off and on since college. For a while, my longest-running TTRPG character was a 4E paladin named Ceilidh who followed Melora, Goddess of the Wilderness and the Sea. Poor Ceilidh tended to get herself …
It’s Hutchmoot weekend, which means it’s time to share another Hutchmoot poem, aka contribution to the annual scrapbook. 2018 was a difficult year—a slow simmering stress that eventually boiled up enough for me to finally get to a counselor for …
As my friends group has diversified over the last several years, I have come to the sad conclusion that I do, in fact, have an accent. Horrifying, I know. After all, everyone else is supposed to be the weird speakers. …
Autumn started this year by stomping its foot down rather definitively. On Wednesday the high was 85; on Thursday, the autumnal equinox, the high was only 58, and it looks like it’s not supposed to get much warmer than that …