Used by Permission of Cindy Knoke
Used by Permission of Cindy Knoke
Used by Permission of Cindy Knoke
When dinosaurs greeted the dawn,
perhaps they tweeted and twittered,
while they preened and flirted,
just as their modern descendants
greet the dawn with a chorus that
rattles shutters and billows curtains. Continue reading
Perhaps stories are spirits
that live in our world. Continue reading
Sandy treasures are
tossed by storms
like living toys. Continue reading
When my spirits sink,
I give a saucy wink
and don’t overthink,
because soon enough —
I’ll be in the pink. Continue reading
The heyday’s passed
and cracks have drained
the party’s life blood,
but one last fountain
plays a Bessie Smith solo: Continue reading
Would a fairy drive a car
shaped like a cedar branch
with green needle fenders?
Maybe a maple leaf flying carpet?
I’d want a Japanese model,
red and sporty, Continue reading
still maiden
sentinel spruces enfold
green glen, act three Continue reading
Moving between worlds,
egg to leaf,
leaf to stone,
stone to leaf,
leaf to tree,
caterpillar to cocoon. Continue reading
Goodbye, summer.
Goodbye, beach. Continue reading
My garden is peopled
with bearded giants,
purple, plump, and
peppered with gold dust. Continue reading
Friendly Fairy Tales 