This is a second gathering of my short fiction on Medium — the first is at the bottom of this list. If you have already read and clapped for my work, many, many thanks. …

Lit Up: Spring Prompt — Reality — Water beats the shore To the tune of the moon as I sleep Erasing my etchings in the sand No matter what I see in my inner world In my little thoughts and musings Or what poetry comes to my ear The melody is fixed The circle in the sky…

Among fallen wood that smells of rot Death and decay tell of what is not Wind stirs the pot of trees Red Tails wait and watch Along my path Purple leaves ride the stream Into the mist about the bridge Have you ever seen a hearse go by? I watch…

Lit Up — August’s Prompt: Harvest Season — The sunflower still shines, yet my thoughts already turn to you It’s not that the mosquitos buzz about my ears at dusk Not that the pavement is blinding bright and bold That the yellow jackets hover over my picnic Waves of fiery fumes roll over my landscape Blue-green soybeans provide…

A Free Verse — Spring is a free verse the poet regales her pink praising purple lilac yellow forsythia apple dogwood tulip daffodil crocus silvery-white birch each singing a solo song before the chorus of green tree mired in dirt shadow swaying on sunlit fence her bombs bursting in bud snowing petals at her feet throwing her babes to uncertain wind blowing over emerald grass where robins worm…