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Haiku-on-the-Brain

Sometimes it’s the little things that encourage me and make me smile! Awhile back I took this photo of Mr. Lost sleeping on a stapler and I must have had Haiku-on-the-Brain. I threw this together. Listed on Etsy. Two days ago some stranger in CT found it and ordered it! It’s terribly affirming to think up weird stuff and have someone else not only follow one’s thoughts, but think it is funny and worthy of buying on a notecard...

Fear

(Written November 11, 2022) Fear Sometimes I am frightened by what is in me and what I cannot change Sometimes I am frightened by what is around me, and out there, unknown to me, that I cannot change Sometimes I hold out hope that all is not yet lost, yet I see no change Sometimes I feel too tired, there’s just been too much change But always I am human, and subject to change And my condition universal, yet particularly...

Re-Creating the Scene of His Most Excellent Crime!

(Written November 13, 2022) Re-Creating the Scene of His Most Excellent Crime! Morning by morningI awake with a sense of dismal DespairA sense of inevitable, potentially loomingFailuresWhich might only compound theAlready looming Losses From my waking viewI see the outside blue skiesAnd creatively-formedCloudsAnd I am tempted toMake sense of some playful or ominous form And, as though nothing matters anymoreI find myself brewing coffeeCongratulating cats for anExecutionWell-performed during theNight-time One less Problem on my plateThey prance aroundAnd I noticed plants...

Winter Poem

Tonight, in the time it took to walk from my sheep’s feeder inside the warm house, look up at the sky, feel the air and think…I composed this poem in my mind. WINTER POEM how could it be that summer was so very long ago in the breath between yesterday and today  the familiar outdoor landmarks tainted with darkness and brevity it is as though i will never see anything truly green again ~by eileen slifer...

Night Watches

Running in and out of rooms during the night watches Unforeseen sleep-walking as I glance at the clock A little alka-seltzer and I grab a pen to jot thinking thot My fingers stiff during night watches where I recall yesteryears while thinking in darkness of the new day about to dawn I reach for Marley and rouse him and he gets to work licking his fur I roll overand find a new, comfortable recline Only in this darkness do I...