Here are the last few days of poetry…. as always – please remember that what is written is not necessarily personal experiences, beliefs, etc…




Rumpled in tangles without sheets, the mattress

was more a shoddy nest than a proper bed.

Rolling around in the heap, blanket lumps flatten…

layers adjust to tuck around this reposing form.

Sleep brought blessed nightmares similar

to Dean Koontz’s fiction; the kind of residual

images that infringe on dawn’s transitive approach.

Wearing a thick mantle, the deep victimization

shrouds bind her scared soul in vivid daily death.




Not one holiday song stung her ears.

Deftly avoiding any source of spiritual

rhapsody, the days were tuneless.

Free from blaring cheer.

Free from mystic wonder.

Free from religious fortitude.

Blind devotion had burnt a hole

through her heart  severing righteous

rhythms on self-destroyed ear drums…





Pulling the plug on another Christmas,

the outdoor lights blinked into the dark.

The tree was next… a click sucked the light dry.

Repetitious repetition decimated layers of spirit

till raw detritus bled this last night of holy nights.

Sitting in front of the shadow tree now naked

of cheer, the evergreen scent was extinguished.

The dry darkened tree, purveyor of childhood magic

was unceremoniously hauled out of the house;

Christmas was left on the curb having lost its purpose.



2011 Status

I had no promises to keep this year.

It was easier than holding a list hostage

knowing it would be relegated to unaccomplished.

Intent disrupted by calamitous nature of being,

I bungled along with odd well established habits.

Seeing that it was rare for anyone to really

discard the ingrained reactions, I have no guilt…




For the New Year


Let’s have a virtual burning bowl ceremony.


Let go of things from 2011


or our lives in general…


clear the less positive habits,


release burdens


from our lives or our hearts.


Who’s in?


I’ve got marshmallows, chocolate bars and graham crackers


for S’more snacking…


shaking the money at the moon for prosperity will be next


although the bills might get a tad sticky.




Wiki How-Two


It is unclear who first created this treat, but the earliest s’more recipe can be found in the Girl Scouts handbook of 1927. The traditional s’more is made with marshmallows, graham crackers and a few pieces of chocolate. S’more stands for “some more”, as in “give me some more”. So it sounds like “I want s’more!”


S’more –kid’s recipe


  • Marshmallows
  • Graham crackers
  • Flat bars of chocolate


With the help of an adult, toast two marshmallows on a stick over the campfire or grill until they are hot and gooey all the way to the center. Have ready a graham cracker topped with chocolate. Use a spoon to push the marshmallows off the stick. Squish the top cracker on. So good!