Posted in Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, poetry

Still Here

Fireblossom Friday: Bang, You’re Dead.

Still Here


i am stardust and
skimming through
your atmosphere

i am the whispered
blowing through
your hair


i am the fog
that hides the
sun from
your face

i am the rain
from the sky like
your tears

i am not gone

Posted in Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, poetry

Simply Me

“I Am Made of…” (Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly

Simply Me


I am blue ink
and garden dirt
with subtle notes of lavender

I write with my heart
and dig with my muse
to the depths of my very soul

solitude is my friend
my inspiration is silence
mixed with the soft music of nature

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Love Amid the Ruins

Fireblossom Friday: It’s Only A Paper Moon
It’s all about make- believe in the Garden


Love Amid the Ruins

we like to sit on the front porch
on moonlit nights
the people who lived here – before –
had a swing
but we like the coolness of the cement
we share strawberries from
the the patch that has gone wild
behind the house
there are enough for
chipmunks and birds too
the only music we hear
is made by crickets and frogs
no light pollution streams from
blank windows to dull the stars
we are content, safe
Captain and Tennille got it wrong
there’s nothing like raccoon love

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Heirloom Gardening

Weekend Mini Challenge: People and Places
Welcome to the Weekend Mini Challenge with Kim from!

Heirloom Gardening

she spent the summer bent over
and I watched from my kitchen window

an old woman with a cane she used to search for
and I was the beneficiary of her labor

now I am the old woman in a garden
sowing seeds
by her
and I harvest a bit of her with each picking

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Choir of Angels

Of Angels and Monsters – “Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!” – Dracula
There are angels and monsters in the Garden

Choir of Angels

it was the angle of the angels
that made them wonder
a spring in the wings
that made them doubt
the tilt of tarnished halos
that caused disquiet
until the heavenly sound
of three-year old voices
filled the auditorium
making believers of them all

Posted in Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, NaPoWriMo, Poetic Asides

The Physics of Stardust

Physics with Björn: Particle-wave dualism and the photoelectric effect
We’re having a Physics lesson in the Garden and over at NaPoWriMo we’re writing about things that happen over and over again. This poem is a triple play because it fits in the prompt at Poetic Asides too.  Whoo hoo!!!

The Physics of Stardust

Star dust particles are
Waving at me
Bouncing through space
At incredible lengths
Forcing me to look up
Make a wish, find the energy
To tell my secrets to a spinning
Universe as if it doesn’t matter