I am sharing today’s poem with Real Toads for Wordy Monday with Wild Woman.

Some things don’t turn out
the way they are planned–
the loss of a first born son.
I was supposed to be Junior,
the coveted son;
didn’t have the right chromosomes–
disappointment from the start.
Not the prized rainbow baby
my older sister was,
living her only requirement.
Me–the one they got stuck with.



The challenge at d’Verse Poets for Monday’s quadrille (a poem of exactly 44 words) is to incorporate the word rich.  My inspiration comes from the current attack on women’s rights that we are facing here in the United States.  I’m also sharing with Real Toads for the Tuesday Platform.

my body a corpse
shrouded in tapestry,
rich in blood and
history of wounds–
a crown of thorns
upon my uterus
nailed to a cross–
bearing the scars
of all my fellow
sacrificial women;
punishment for
bearing the stain
of original sin–
being woman.

Eden Hills

The challenge at d’Verse Poets today is to write a poem influenced by geography.  Of course, I chose to write about my farm, Eden Hills.  I’m also sharing with Real Toads for the Tuesday Platform.


Dust from the gravel road
carries my wishes to
the country gods of old–
A prayer for healthy kids
to grow strong in pasture;
A good year for crops to grow–
Hopes planted with the seeds;
dreams cultivated with crops.
A simple life of hard work
tied to the land I love.
Another year closer to heaven
while toiling in Earth’s Eden.