RDP: Duck

July 21, 2018.Reading time 1 minute.

Mother Mallard and her baby ducks foraged along the shoreline of Sparrow Lake at day’s end. As she waddled past the dock, her little ducklings fell in line, like wind-up toys trying to catch up. All except one little fellow, who lost in his own world got left behind. “Peep! Peep!” He let out a […]

FOWC: We Couldn’t Hide Our Excitement

June 10, 2018.Reading time 1 minute.

Five-year-old Sloane came for a sleepover with Grandma and Grumpa this weekend. Imagine the delight when we Sloane and I came upon this mother and her little ones: Mother Mallard was not as delighted to see us and ushered her ducklings into nearby brush: but new life, once revealed, is seldom content with being hidden, […]

Where Are The Dogs?

Contemplating risk –a reunion with a former selflooking for an exit When did I become a snakerestrained?When did I become persona non grata? I slither between storiesconvince myself I can flydistraction a ruse I have big cat energyoverstepping boundariessocially adverse A faulty jeweldreaming of abundance but there’s a dragon to disarm My mother’s burden on my […]

Turning (tanka)

Mother

When I had a mothermy hair would cascadein curls of auburn perfectiona red velvet bow to accentuate the wave And I’d wear my bestnewly sewn frockwith lace at the neckand fishnet stockingsand patent Mary Janes And the girls giggling with delightwould skip hand-in-handto the school promand the boys shyly perchedagainst the back wall would wonderhow […]