When I want to get up for another cup of coffee, but am too warm and comfortable under the blankets (A poem)

Another small break from my series of epistles, this time largely due to my activities over the last few days. The afternoon feels empty and cold I can’t seem to get myself going Today feels like the same old same old I look around and there’s nothing doing Outside it’s all cloudy and grey I can’t [...]

A mid-May morning (a poem)

I had not particularly intended to follow today’s prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, which is to listen to jazz or classical music, make notes of what comes to mind while you listen, then write a poem about something you thought of while listening. As it turned out, I started this poem while [...]