I skipped the reunion, though I doubt I was missed. You see, I lettered in introversion and aced invisibility. And you know what’s changed since then? not much wp.me/p1AR9N-4uY

Like the title says, this was supposed to be a “small” poem, like maybe a micro or #haiku. But the 5-7-5’s ran away with me. So we got this Wednesday poem. This Poem Is Small (Sad But True) wp.me/p1AR9N-4uR

This is what happens when too much time passes between poems...or warm touching warm. We Go By Time wp.me/p1AR9N-4uK

Want to thank Gordon Lightfoot for the title, from his song, "Looking at the Rain.” Maybe my favorite. The rest of this pile of not quite poetic enough leaves are all mine. Waiting for a Line to Fall wp.me/p1AR9N-4uE

Sometimes the writing is as hard as the sleeping. And the sleeping comes hard most nights. To Sleep, Perchance wp.me/p1AR9N-4ux

You might be one of the gritty city bards who say I’ve no standing to tell you about the slums and shadows I never told you I grew up with. Well... the truth is in the scars wp.me/p1AR9N-4um #poetry

Writing #poetry isn’t supposed like breaking wild 2x4s into saw horses or building a barn in rural Pennsylvania, but it kinda is. Waiting to Measure, Willing to Cut wp.me/p1AR9N-4uh

This feels like one of my old #poems. Not one I already wrote, but something like the ones I'd sleep with and hold gently all night, warm and safe next to me on the pillow. I Remember You and Blue Flowers wp.me/p1AR9N-4u5

Sometimes, when the good stuff feels out of my reach, I still try making diamonds for my special audience. Magical Hoping for an Audience of One wp.me/p1AR9N-4u1

I sometimes wonder if it's worth it, these blind faith dives into the unknown. But, for better or worse, they're my only true adventure. Tomorrow I'll be swimming back. What I Found in the River on My Way to You wp.me/p1AR9N-4tU #poetry

Back in the saddle after much too long in the emotional wasteland. A new #poem. Admission of a Certain Guilt wp.me/p1AR9N-4tK

Sorry for the absence, but 3 deaths in the family within a weeks’ time tends to focus a body on things beyond need to bleed black and white. I had to write today before I forgot how. I hope this is how. Messages in the Morning wp.me/p1AR9N-4tD #poetry

So I spent 20 minutes free-writing something about this dark, sorta stormy Saturday, because I felt the urge. Never fight the urge, even if it feels like... skipping six-letter stones in the rain wp.me/p1AR9N-4tj

It’s been too long since my last #poem. Maybe I’ve been posing too many question of myself, of us, #poetry can’t answer. Probably because we don’t need an answer. Inexorable. Us wp.me/p1AR9N-4tf

A new #poem. Maybe I didn’t say goodbye because I wanted to stay with them but didn’t know how. How to stay or how to say goodbye, I’m not sure. Never Said Goodbye wp.me/p1AR9N-4t4

A new #poem that ponders, “How much love?”. None? Any? Some? Enough? Too much? More? Or maybe just the question of... What’s Just a Little? wp.me/p1AR9N-4sX

Just wait, you’ll see how that quality of life criminal trashes the temple of your soul. And most every other part of the vessel you call you. But I fight back. Just not how you might. time is a vandal wp.me/p1AR9N-4sR

The Vermeer sisters weren’t born when we had Instagram, but maybe they were born FOR it. A ❤️ for the Rebel of Vlamingstraat wp.me/p1AR9N-4sk #poem #art #150words #painting #TheGuitarPlayer

A “memory” poem. Afraid I took the prompt too literally. Just flip through the other 1,800 pieces of me on my site and you’ll see more memories than you might care to. I can’t remember which off the top of my head. I Forgot Where I Live wp.me/p1AR9N-4s8

A “memory” poem. Afraid I took the prompt too literally. Just flip through the other 1,800 pieces of me on my site and you’ll see more memories than you might care to. I can’t remember which off the top of my head. I Forgot Where I Live wp.me/p1AR9N-4s8

Some Day When you’re a wisher like me, there’s always a day out there you’re hoping will come. Let’s call it Some Day.Some day some something will come, will happen,will make all of this worth it. But, more often than not, Some Day doesn’t come.Or worse, maybe once, it did, which is…

From my archives, when I still believed in Joe the Writer. On the 250th anniversary of “The Shot Heard Round the World,” a first and only draft of a story peering through the smoke of centuries and imagining who actually fired first, and why. wp.me/p1AR9N-2PA

Day 19 of #NaPoWriMo was a combo platter of two prompts: a poem as another persona and a poem as another culture’s god or goddess. Here’s Saturday’s creation. Thank you, Muse. (And Erato.) Erato on Line 2 wp.me/p1AR9N-4rH

NaPoWriMo Day 16. A “fantastic” poem. That’s as in fantasy. Nashville Skyline With a Girl From the North Country wp.me/p1AR9N-4qZ

Today, a “risky” poem. And #risk is something I do every time I sit at this keyboard and turn loose my longing creative wolf. To Risk It All wp.me/p1AR9N-4qI

NaPoWriMo Day 9, combining two prompts: 1) an #ekphrastic #poem, and 2) a poem that uses #rhyme, but without adhering to specific line lengths. Hell yeah I cheated! Too Late to the Dance wp.me/p1AR9N-4qo

Day 4 of NaPoWriMo. Sometimes the things we hide are only skin deep memories, while important ones are... More Than Just Skin Deep wp.me/p1AR9N-4pW

Day 3 of #NaPoWriMo, I doubled up on prompts. 1) a poem to inspire Hope, 2) a short poem, perhaps in a poetic form. I chose the Spanish #shadorma. What quickly evolved surprised me. I’d hoped so. A Question of Hope wp.me/p1AR9N-4pQ

Last sweet @siobhanmuir.bsky.social's #ThursThreads, judge keen @krvanhorn.bsky.social honored skillful @sterlings-son-2.bsky.social and named judicious @jahesch.bsky.social the winner! #WritingCommunity #flashfiction siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads...

A late Day 2 #NaPoWriMo poem that follows a poet, his thoughts and views, as he writes a poem about... From Where I Sit wp.me/p1AR9N-4pK #poetrycommunity

A new poem with #heart …and weird #punctuation. Will You Punctuate Me Like I Do You? wp.me/p1AR9N-4pC #100words #poetry #relationships #love

Found the bones for a 250-word story in the elephant graveyard of my writer’s brain for author @SiobhanMuir.bsky.social’s #ThursThreads weekly shindig. Falling Down the Steps wp.me/p1AR9N-4pt #flashfiction

My first poem-like expression of life in over a week, ‘cause I’m over being weak from an end-of-season bug. That’s where I’ve been. But really... i disappeared when the snows began wp.me/p1AR9N-4oV

I tried coming up with a cool #poem, but failed. Then I looked out the window, where icicles were weepily drip-dripping. So I listened and they gave me this. Drip-Drip-Drip wp.me/p1AR9N-4oG

A new piece from a prompt for a #valentine poem. I chose to be half-assed literal in the effort. Probably because I’m a half-assed poet. Words Are Just Words wp.me/p1AR9N-4ot

A new poem. While together in the morning, it’s all music and light. But, once you have to go again, it feels... just like sundown wp.me/p1AR9N-4oe

A #poem about a man of a certain age visiting the doctor’s office and answering one question with the same lie he often tells himself. The Truth of More Lies About Falling wp.me/p1AR9N-4o4

A new #poem examining how judging others from a lofty height might make you look rather small. just too me wp.me/p1AR9N-4nJ

I probably shouldn’t go back and read my older poems. You know, from the before times when I didn’t know what I was doing and was the better for it. I miss that poet guy. Et voilà, poetry wp.me/p1AR9N-4nN

Today’s poem looks at dreams, yours and mine. Am I ever in yours? Does that make you happy? Don’t tell me. I’d tell you about mine with you if I didn’t tell the world first. dream, come true wp.me/p1AR9N-4nr

The SoCal fires have brought back memories of fires I’d cover as a newb reporter in NY’s North Country almost 50 years ago. It’s strange what brings back memories, stranger still what I’d recall. A Youngheart in Fire, an Old One in Smoke wp.me/p1AR9N-4nb

Asked to write a “short” #poem. At my age and state of mind that doesn’t necessarily mean a 3-line haiku. So I whipped up this soufflé in about 20 minutes. A short enough time, I’d say. View from Where Time’s Grown Short wp.me/p1AR9N-4n3

Prose poem? Essay? Creative nonfiction? Who knows? Or cares. I just sat down at the laptop and the magic window in front of me provided. White Christmas/Foggy New Year wp.me/p1AR9N-4mM

A new #poem. Sigh, probably a good thing I didn’t, but… If I Had... wp.me/p1AR9N-4mF #poetry

Just when you thought it was safe to make a quick visit in Silver James' #ThursThreads tale. What kind of tale can you tie on? #WritingCommunity #WriterSky #FlashFiction siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads...

#ThursThreads Week 639 Winners post is up. Congrats to 25X WINNER @aightball.bsky.social and HMs @jahesch.bsky.social, @davidaludwig.bsky.social, @mlgammella.bsky.social. Great thanks to @mysoulstears.bsky.social for judging this week #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads...

When the past only shows you want you didn't do in the first #ThursThreads tale by K. R. Van Horn. Have you a tale to tie on? #WritingCommunity #WriterSky #FlashFiction siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads...

It only takes a bit of subterfuge to get the repair guy in hell in Kelly Heinen's #ThursThreads tale. Got a tale to tie on? #WritingCommunity #WriterSky #FlashFiction siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads...

Fortunately, there is somewhere for them to turn in Bill Engleson's #ThursThreads tale. Have prompt, got tale? #WritingCommunity #WriterSky #FlashFiction siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads...

What do you want for Christmas? Just an elf will do in Silver James' #ThursThreads tale. Have you a tale to tie on? #WritingCommunity #WriterSky #FlashFiction siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads...