PENN'S TABLE Watercolour by RRiederMy Reader says I've been reading too much. Reading and listening to the daily news, overhearing conversations, listening to opinions from all sides, some aloud some silent but seen face-on just the same. There's something to be said about that, but you won't hear it directly from me nor My Reader.... Continue Reading →
MEYERED MARBLE It is curious, is it not, how others find us via our posts in the round-about-traffic, that interchange between and beyond you and me, and me and you, and you? What makes Ellie's POEM of consequence to me? I've begun to wonder what "kids"* think about as they look toward tomorrow. Their future.... Continue Reading →
I think that I shall never see A fig that fails to entice me.
"Day after day, day after day We stuck, nor breath nor motion As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean." The Rime of the Ancient Mariner Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Fetish for FIGS... It came as a challenge It came as a dare, So I went to the studio And plopped in my chair. What began as the one But concluded with four, It became quite apparent There was room for one more. Five FIGS to be settled In harmonious collusion, On a bed of... Continue Reading →
It was a sad day in the forest so dark and dreary The Princess Frog was crouched, leap-less and teary. She'd lost her warts and found life less cheery So gave up the search to find her Prince Deary. "I'm not lost nor weird just wartless," Herself cried with chokin'. "NoZ enriched my life with... Continue Reading →
Jots from a Small Apt. 