Monday, September 15, 2014


I stub my toe and curse
at the pebble in my path

She looks up but can’t see
the top of the mountain
before her

Same track,
different journeys

Written in response to a prompt/ challenge from a fellow poet.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

No, Really

I don’t mind.
No, I’m fine
…and with so much to do.

So I got up and left, as if I believed you.

Izzy asked us to write something about a lie we could have told better.  So here are is a poem about a couple of liars for Real Toads