Switched on new gas fire.
Charlie heats his booty, while
Prude’s on yard-duty.
Three squirrels sunder
Nuts in my yard; a cat spies
From under cedars.
Legumes on the fence
all in a row. This Fall day,
Jays are casting runes.
Holed up in a room
with my cats for four hours–Why?
contractors are in.
*As an introvert, this is a highly stressful situation for me. they said they were bringing a pre-fab mantel and the job would take an hour. Instead, they’ve been building it on the spot, and i dont know when they are going to be done!
A tiny bird, I
Could not name, flew off too fast–
Bluejays are to blame.
Reflections from a contemplative window
the quill that shatters glass
Setting up a Brand-New Life in London
a creative writing notebook by Bill Bisgood
by Lize Bard
Alex Markovich. 40 y.o. Russia. Artist. Author. MarkovichUniverse AT gmail DOT com
poems, flash fiction and photographs
Writing is ..., it just is ...
My Pen Writes of You When I Write of Me
thoughts, anecdotes and snapshots stumbled upon
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
because the story must be told
Diary of a Canadian Winter Garden
A Continuing Revolution
home of the elusive trope
"Literature is language charged with meaning." Ezra Pound