Christmas, and the word became flesh on our scribbled, Scrabble board, an empty bottle of wine and a record strumming chords so calm in...

The g in Paglioni is apparently silent, with the i the sound of e (robbing it of a kingly lion’s mane), while the e itself is long and...

These juicy pineapple tidbits are up to speed with the latest gossip   or so I quip, as we divvy them up in bowls, one for you   and one...

When I tell you I love you you answer "me too" and perhaps I misconstrue, that you love yourself like the affirmations advise, the ones...

is mailing it in today, his half-assed ruff a far cry from his usual barrage of WO-WO-WO-WO- WOOFF!!! when his teeth are keenly bared,...

Sister Doreen paced up and down the rows between our desks, yardstick in her grasp, ready to rap the knuckles of our hands, should we...

I say our spell check’s rather daft to underline in red my use of amn’t. I am not impressed when you tell me it isn’t valid, despite the...

The artist exhibiting his work in this dingy, downtown gallery paints nothing but bowls of fruit. Maybe he has some other themes in his...

I definitely feel out of place, at this late-night poetry slam, over 30 years older than this crowd of teens and twenties who are...

After a single session, I already regret my sign-up for this ekphrastic poetry course, cursing to you the assignment I was given: Mona...

I’ve got one hand in my pocket and the other one is playin’ a piano —Alanis Morissette I can never have enough pockets. I’ve bought a...

I’ve fallen in love with every animal in the world. So much so I’m unable to do a thing around the house. You ask me to clean the windows...

Our friend prefers Victor to Vic. He has no patience for those too lazy to include the second syllable. What’s the big deal? he hears,...

There are 20 quadrillion ants upon the Earth, at least that’s what the experts gauge, and there’s two-and-a-half million for every human....

This village through which we’re driving is home to “Wild Bill McKeen”   and though we haven’t a clue who he is— or was— his name is on a...

I missed my car’s odometer hitting the 100,000 mark, despite my awareness it was coming, that at 99,999 it was just a quick jaunt to the...

My landlady is ranting about the squirrels, how they dig up all her flowers, calling them tree rats, that all of us would hate them if it...

On the other side of the fence, the neighbour’s grass is lush and weedless. I see him kissing his stunning wife, tenderly, without...

She holds open ruptured bags as I heave loads of coloured leaves into their crinkled, paper mouths like a backhoe dropping dirt into a...

Breath is the bridge which connects life to consciousness, which unites your body to your thoughts. – Thich Nhat Hanh My muses must have...