Saturday, May 27, 2017


For the Toads

 “I can spot a commandment breaker a mile away”- Dogma
"We all go a little mad sometimes” - Psycho

~~ of angels and monsters ~~

the writer's wife

involved in yet another sordid affair 
edits herself from family .. from life
splinters the plot .. erases the pages. 

no need to finish the book
we know how it ends

Friday, April 14, 2017


~~  let’s muse on invisibility, what does it feel like to be invisible?

I dream in technicolor
in every imaginable shade
tint and tone

when I no longer dream in color
I will lose my imagination

when I have lost my imagination
I will lose my memories

when I have lost my memories
I will become invisible

... cease to exist

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Mark Twain ~ And Me

Tuesday with the Toads

Samuel Clemens died on April 21, 1910 of a heart attack, just a few years after establishing the Aquarium Club for his Angel Fish. All in all, there were around a dozen members of the club who visited Clemens regularly until his death, but his enthusiasm for the club waned in the last year of his life; he complained that his girls were growing up too fast, complained about their boyfriends, and cut off one girl when she turned sixteen.  In the end, his fondness for them primarily lying in their innocence, as something of a breath of fresh air in a cynical world, waned as they gradually lost that defining feature of children.

Angel Fish

Innocent, sweet
beneficiaries of his largess  
his world view
his wit.

Pain and lonliness fueled him  
until their innocence waned
and his angel fish 
became yesterday's catch.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Shrove Tuesday

I enjoy posting this each year on Shrove Tuesday ~ Pancake Day!

I think that I shall never see
A pancake paired with Cornish Tea

A fresh baked scone with clotted cream
Yes it's a Roman Catholic's dream

Shrove Tuesday / Pancake Day is here
Confession time ~ nothing to fear

Saint Pancake says it's meant to be
Feast first and then a fast for me

Pancakes to last the whole day long
I need the carbs to keep me strong

Through forty days and forty nights
A Lenten season marked by rites

Then with a flourish it will end
Rebirth the message that we send

And back to what was meant to be
Pancakes with my Cornish Tea

.. with apologies to Joyce Kilmer

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Teacher, Teacher!!

E)  All of the above

A or B or C or D
do not leave it up to me
data input clogs my brain
choosing is a royal pain.

Essay questions are the best
words and syntax ample test
do not place me in a box
one with rules and irksome locks.

Ditch the choices, make things right
let my thoughts and words take flight
A or B or C or D
really not my cup of tea.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Voices I Hear

ugly divisive 
voices that separate us ~
state of our union

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Heels in Bed

Heels in Bed

Tonight …
I am your fantasy
wearing nothing but heels.

Tell me now ...
do my shoes turn you on?

Tonight …
 smooth, toned legs
will wrap round yours.

Tell me now …
you will never leave!

Tonight …
I am wild woman
in hot pink stilettos.

alter ego set free
all yours.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

The River

River Sunrise - Lothlorien - Large Giclee Print   ~~~   Carol Law Conklin, Artist

find your own stretch of river ..

your own peace of mind.

be tender with yourself

along the fragile places ..

careful not to slip, lose balance.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Another World

From Milan to Florence
Montecatini to Greve in Chianti
Lucca and Pisa to Monterosso al Mare
Three horn honks
No middle fingers
Countless smiles
Tuscany .... ahhhhhh

Friday, October 28, 2016

It's Time

I post this poem each year during the World Series ~ what better way to describe the "feel" of Fall!

The Series

When summer fun has ended
and autumn leaves begin to fall
baseball takes the center stage
for the "greatest show of all"

Frenzied fans will pack the stands
they'll scream and shout and cheer
it's time for the World Series
the best games of the year

Fans keep track on scorecards
each pitch and steal and run
fifty-four outs - nine innings 
or 'till the game is done

Eyes trained on the umpire
it's three strikes and you're out!
no spit balls, scuff balls, mud balls
umps can leave no doubt

And when the games have ended
a champion has been crowned
fans know they've witnessed something,
 something quite profound

For Real Toads

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Fun With Words

I am here
so where are you -
Said you’d come
By half past two!

What the hell
Now here I wait -
You stood me up
For our first date!

Do I care
No not a whit -
You’re not worth it
Not one bit!

I'm movin’ on
Usin’ my list -
Quite a long one
Get my gist?

You missed out
I’ve gotta say -
Next in line
Come make my day!

Friday, October 21, 2016

"Forever Young"

"May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay f
orever young"

old is just around the corner
just around the bend
within my line of sight

I approach, shoulders back
head held high, undaunted
laughing all the way

Monday, October 10, 2016

Splash of Red and Gold

Jaime Weatherford

we met 
in that time of the year
when trees sleep and flowers die.
found our rhythm amidst
laughing aspens 
whispering pines
falling leaves of red and gold.
autumn's light slowly faded 
sun's angle too low for nourishment
 we lost our rhythm .. drifted apart.

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Flash 55

 ~~ space and how it is utilized in both living and/or work places.

Charlie Dehner

We flirted with words, acted on impulse (ever so playfully at first.) Words that flew back and forth though space, across time zones, continents, oceans.  Connected on a deep level  without eye contact, casual touch, body language. Stories, histories, likes, dislikes. We shared tragedy and triumph.  Space and time ultimately ended us.  I miss him.

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Love, Ralph

The year, 1939.  Mother sixteen, Daddy twenty-seven.  
My great grandparents spirited mother away ~ they considered Ralph a man about town! 
~ way too old for their innocent Miss Ona. 
Love prevailed, Mother took the train from Doniphan to St. Louis ... the rest as they say is history. 

thanks, Daddy ~
you never gave up
knew at first glance
she was the one ~
all these years later
we know it too

Saturday, July 16, 2016


 K├Ąthe Kollwitz, "Frau mit totem Kind" (1903)

I watch
as sunlight makes its way
across a room
devoid of color

coffee this morning
for one instead of two

I walk in the garden
gaze at plants 
I promised to tend 
a thousand times

perform the mundane tasks
one learns after 
years of togetherness

if only it mattered

Friday, June 17, 2016

Talking About The Weather

Fifteenth of June
Two thousand sixteen
Snow’s on our mountains
I'll set the scene.

Low temps, cool breezes
Weather is fine
Bathed in the fragrance of
Sagebrush and pine.

Scant rain and thunder
Humidity’s low
Everyone’s laid back
We 'Go with the flow.'

Craft beers and food carts
Music outside
Bend is my hometown
It’s where I reside.

Cycles and kayaks
Paddle boards, kites
Camping and fishing
Clear, starry nights.

We live in a paradise
Everyone knows
Basking in sweet warmth
Before wintry snows!

Monday, May 16, 2016

No More

I cannot remember the lovely times we shared
save for a few

(and I know them by heart)

there is no more of me to give
nothing left for you to squander 

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

First Avenue

Back in the 80s before Prince launched a tour, he rehearsed at First Avenue, without fanfare.  We learned about these rehearsals via telephone calls ~ landlines, no cells! 

greyhound bus station 
{ back in the day }
sweet venue lying in wait
for Prince, Tina,The Revolution

we were the 'splurge generation'
on our feet screaming for more
{ needing a fix }
music our drug of choice

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Magpie 309

Street Smarts

photo by Damien Derouene

nice move Dad
taking it to the street

move your pieces well
for all the world to see

admit you want to win
but show them

you can accept defeat 
with grace

Monday, March 7, 2016

Flash 55 for the Toads

Lucid dreaming:  a dream in which, while physically asleep, you know you are dreaming and have the ability to control the dream. 

Dreams In Extreme

to sleep, perchance to dream
writer and producer 
this is my play
I control the direction
the destination
step blissfully 
into a surreal scene
Sweet Jesus!
you are here
with me as we used to be 
the peaks, the valleys
fused into one never ending
cosmic high
to sleep, perchance to dream 

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Magpie 307

Cesar Santos

heading to art class
palette in hand
I am the model ~
buff, svelte and tanned.

Inviting the novice
professional too
genre of painting ~
I'll give you this clue.

Clothes are no option
the subject is nudes
red-faced and squirming ~
don't be such prudes.

Tonight we paint daring
whatever we choose
abstract, impression ~
let me be your muse.

Saturday, February 27, 2016

This Used To Be His Playground

Deer prance through my neighborhood

lush habitat destroyed 
 in the name of progress

I weep at the sight

landscape feels empty
deer prints gone missing

Our city has grown by leaps and bounds since we arrived eleven years ago.  I miss deer roaming through our neighborhoods, the magic is gone.  Huge swaths of trees and brush destroyed to build a four year college in the middle of Bend that will impact traffic and disrupt homeowners' lives for decades to come. City leaders goofed on this one, big time!!!


Sunday, February 14, 2016


Charlie Dehner ~ Bend Oregon

so much depends upon
the angle of your lens
upon your point of view

horizon tilted ?
upside down ?

what you see
is up to you

seem's our world's gone
depending on your point of view
perspective's can be quite subjective

what you see 
is up to you

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Memories .. A Return To Memory Care

Pied Piper

I feel like the Pied Piper among fragile humans
Needing cues from their pasts to bring
Smiles to their faces
Light to their eyes
Music is the key ~
I can bring back memories of long ago 
When they were happy and carefree
When joy and freedom reigned
When images of their futures could not be fathomed

The Journey to Dinner

I watch them as their day comes to a close
The continuous shuffling of bodies and souls
Some of them walking unaided
Some of them walking assisted
Some of them being pushed in chairs
The familiar journey to a room
Most of them can’t recall from day to day
I wonder 
Will he or she be there the next time I visit
I’ve grown so fond of them all

Can You Forget Me

If you see my face every day, can you forget me
If I touch your face, hold your hands, can you forget me
If I talk to you of long ago, awaken memories in a mind that’s fading, can you forget me
If I sing the hymns that express your faith,
 can you forget me
If I walk with you in the sun and gentle breeze,
can you forget me … only time will tell


No need for clocks
No need for watches
Death comes on its own time frame
Like a thief 
In the dark of the night 
Stealing your most precious possession


I wander the halls
Look for signs of Mother
Something left behind
A photo displayed
Any tangible proof she was here 
Workers greet me with smiles and hugs
They know how sad I am
They are sad too
This becomes the proof 
I need to sustain me