Two hundred and forty. Counting tonight’s poem, that’s my poem-a-day writing tally since April 1st this year.

I have to admit I sometimes marvel at this being my writing reality. I who am notoriously poky when it comes to writing anything.  Even my beloved poetry.


What things are steadfast?

Not the I love you whispered
ear-close in a cresting rush

Not any of us standing here
slouched, our faces turned away

Not the sky, blue enough for joy
today, storm-ripped tomorrow

Not, Praise God, the bone-crack
grief life shares from time to time


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