INSIDE OUR HOUSE WHEN IT WAS 38 BELOW Windows mottled Frosted etchings Of ethereal Landscapes Chilly drafts Waft through Infinitely tiny Cracks and Crevices Door opens Bitterly cold air Attacks Instantly Overcoming warmth Permeating clothing Piercing Unprotected flesh Door slams shut- Better not let any more Of that outside air in!

ICE CREAM FLAVOURS Brownies on the Moon Caramel Typhoon so much to love and so little room. Banana Tiger Monster Pop gourmet choices do not stop. Rocky Road Island Fantasy excursions t’where I cannot be. Heavenly Hash Super-mix my brain’s already playing tricks. Oreo Cookies Cookie Dough d’you bake your own before you go? Bubblegum…

‘TWAS A WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS ‘Twas a week before Christmas, not a present was boughten, Not a goody was baked, the house looked forgotten. And me in my housecoat, and Dad in his shoes, Had just settled down to watch the Late News. When from out of the night came a horrible sound, We sprang…

THE INCHWORM (1970s) An inchworm looking very wise Proudly inched before my eyes His measured movements were athletic But I thought him quite pathetic Although his progress was so slick Our country now has gone “metric” Another Limerick I studied my face in the mirror And nary a wrinkle appeared My complexion was blurry Until…

Prompt: on being a grape slowly turning into a raisin So warm and cosy so sweet and rosy nestling next to my brothers and sisters on the family vine of our divine Mother Wind loosening me from my perch I fall, tumbling and bouncing onto the Earth The sun beating down my shape is less…

“Today’s prompt is to write a poem in which you very specifically describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses.” Conjoined twin crescents yellow with brown freckles and dark brown splotches marring their phallic splendor. Spongy squishy bodies with age-stiffened stems clasped tightly together. Acerbic odor of mature skin masks the…

SEX?? (1950s) A logger with his wife and brood Drove out from camp to buy some food They parked out by the general store, Then they all filed in through the door. The family split in all directions The children for the candy section, His wife said as she checked the mail, “The hunting licences…

In 1949 my mother found a quarter a twenty-five cent piece made from real silver in those days It glinted in the dust-draped foliage bordering the dirt road where she trekked weekly to pick up mail purchase groceries and makings for the hand-rolled cigarettes she and Dad both smoked in those days She secured the…

ON SMOKING (Before I quit) An ounce of dried out leaves it lies Wrapped in paper, ‘fore my eyes, So small, so plain, so insignificant, Most everything is more magnificent. Would you spend good money daily For a rose if it bloomed gaily? Or would you dry it up like hay And smoke it madly…