I surprised my bride with a puppy for her birthday. Her name is Whimsy.
Today’s poem is definitely inspired by her and ran a little longer than usual.
The Puppy Machine


I surprised my bride with a puppy for her birthday. Her name is Whimsy.
Today’s poem is definitely inspired by her and ran a little longer than usual.


Lots of changes around me lately. More to come I suspect.

Feeling slightly Seussical this morning and reflecting on a lesson that I recently relearned.

I keep running into scenes, excerpts, and quotes about childish things in adulthood–seeing things as a child sees them, not fearing judgement for what we enjoy, and embracing wonder. I think someone might be trying to tell me something, because the truth is, I struggle with these things.

I woke up to the wonderful sight that inspired today’s poem. If ever any evidence was needed that I married well…

Change is inevitable and several are occurring right now in my life. All good to be sure. But change is not something we as human beings are particularly good at embracing, is it? Thinking on that this morning.

Thinking about the future today.

Didn’t post yesterday’s poem so it’s joining today’s. On Saturday our friend and neighbor, a US veteran, had to put to sleep his service dog. She had cancer and couldn’t eat anymore. This one’s for them.

And today’s poem is me venting. I’m sure every writer or creative feels from time to time that they’re not playing with a full deck…

Was sick yesterday and watched a lot of crime shows when I wasn’t passed out. Between that and Halloween coming up this poem is the result…

Another two-for-one deal today. Yesterday’s poem was inspired by an offhanded text message my bride sent. Today’s by a conversation about traveling I had with my parents.

