I would sleep
on my stomach if
I could just
remove my
head every night and put it
back on the next day.
Skat@2022
I would sleep
on my stomach if
I could just
remove my
head every night and put it
back on the next day.
Skat@2022
My old bear
Of long ago years,
Stares at me
From his chair,
Where he and his friends, try to
Comfort each other.
Skat@2022
Even a
grackle cackle can
fill me up
with pure joy—
this spring sign—finally in
my safe-bubble world.
Skat@2022
I sing at
the Catholic Church,
in the choir.
I’ve done this
For ten years, if you don’t count
Pandemic Sundays.
Skat@2022
Hefting huge
blocks of ice off my
deck before
more snow falls
has left me feeling stronger—
invincible—Grrr!
Skat@2022