Three poems in response to calliope/troll/raspberry

So, I went to an Xmas party yesterday held by one of the groups whose readings I regularly participate in. The main activity was a friendly competition, in which we each got three words to incorporate into a poem that we would then read. My words were calliope, troll, and raspberry. Ugh! I had to look up calliope, as [...]

Friday, fish, and wine (A poem)

Inspiration has been in short supply the last couple of days. This is Friday’s sole poem (no pun intended): Friday’s fish is gone it’s time for the wine and an open journal on my lap Cinnamon and raspberries a quiet finish to the glass describing uncertain feelings I still taste the ketchup but only slightly [...]