From Behind the Trees

I wrote this last night, after Thanksgiving dinner, once my family had gone home, and the rest of us retreated to our own activities. I’m not 100% happy with the ending, but I am sharing it now for FOWC: Fidelity, since the moon has such fidelity as a poetic muse, for me and countless others. I write about the moon so often that there is a category on my blog for “poems about the moon.”


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In the Mirror

It’s one of those mornings. 🙄 I am sharing this with MLMM’s writing prompt, Tormented, because it fits the theme much better than what I wrote yesterday. 


Ugly. Fat. means

Unwanted. Failure. since

Unintelligibly. Fearful brain

Won’t let her get off this

Ubiquitous, fettering train.