Shadorma #67 (A Capital Idea)

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

Shadorma #66 “Teddy”

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

Shadorma #65

Even a

grackle cackle can

fill me up

with pure joy—

this spring sign—finally in

my safe-bubble world.

Skat@2022

Shadorma #64

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

Shadorma #63 Killer Queen

When all else

fails to soothe me, I

lose myself

in the old

placid murder mysteries

of Dame Agatha.

Skat@2022