NaPoWriMo- Day 30

Ruby Slippers Wanted

Like the chambered nautilus,
I have outgrown my previous dwellings.
Is there no going home again?


In Memoriam

Hospice warned us that anniversaries are often the most difficult times. This I have found to be true. It was a year ago today that I lost my beloved father, and he has been on my mind constantly as this date approached. Shortly after his death, I penned the following piece, which first appeared on Survivor’s Review:

My sister and I also put our heads together to write this obituary for him:

Dad accomplished many things in his long and productive life, but I remember him best as a loving father. Rest in peace, Dad.


NaPoWriMo- Day 28

Dad: A Remembrance
When the petals of the
Kousa dogwood suddenly unfurl,
it will have been a year.


NaPoWriMo-Day 27

Deconstructing Point of View

It is not, she pronounces,
by any means an egocentric I,
but more of a universal I , really.


NaPoWriMo- Day 26

Ice Age

The late winter snowfall makes polar caps
on the gazing globe in my garden.


NaPoWriMo-Day 25

The Problem With Pears

is that even when they look

and feel ripe, they rarely are

when you cut them open