The Cowboy
Today’s poem is another from the November 2020 Poem a Day challenge, this time to the prompt of Lucky. No real reason for sharing it today. Enjoy. The Cowboy Originally written November 13, 2020 The cowboy said, “I’m just lucky, …
Today’s poem is another from the November 2020 Poem a Day challenge, this time to the prompt of Lucky. No real reason for sharing it today. Enjoy. The Cowboy Originally written November 13, 2020 The cowboy said, “I’m just lucky, …
Today’s poem was written last year to the prompt “What does the future hold?” Just one note: I’ve been thinking more imaginatively about the individual disciples recently. It strikes me as fascinating that Matthew is the only Gospel that records …
Today’s poem is an older, experimental poem. I don’t remember the context, though “writing poems about writing poetry” is a longtime trend dating back at least to Shakespeare, and probably far prior. Apparently on this particular day I was struck …
Guys, I failed you. For the first time since June 2017 I failed to post a weekly poem. (I almost failed once before, but I posted an apology haiku on Facebook that afternoon and posted it on my blog that …
Yesterday a few of us played a nice lovely almost seven hour game of Arkham Horror on Tabletop Simulator. We were within spitting distance of victory, but in the end, Yog-Sothoth entered our world and destroyed us. Sorry, everyone. We …
Gimli, my puppy, turns one on Monday (Pi Day). Or at least he will if he survives that long. The jury’s still out. Puppy ownership has been more difficult than I expected. I honestly don’t know how much is …
Today’s poem, from the November 20 Poem a Day challenge, goes out to the surprising number of people I know who have applied for or changed jobs in the last few months. This Time Originally Written November 7, 2020 “This …
This poem is not about Ukraine. I’m in a dry season poetically, and trying to retrofit any of my existing poems for the war just doesn’t feel right. This one was originally written for a Poem a Day challenge. We’ll …
A good friend used to work at Ohio University. A few years ago, when I came down for a visit, she mentioned that the university owned a building and property called The Ridges, a former insane asylum. The building itself …
Over the last few weeks my manager and I have been working overtime to make a major writing deadline, leaving me utterly exhausted and stressed. Fortunately, the worst of it is over now, but today’s poem still felt fitting. I …