(from the NaPoWriMo prompt: write about a particular fruit – your choice.) [To be honest, I wasn't looking forward to this still life...

When the sandhill cranes struggle up into their mighty V, the gust and flap of wings becomes a unison call—honk, honk honk! I am here!...

(from the NaPoWriMo prompt: write a poem based on a “walking archive.” What’s that? Well, it’s when you go on a walk and gather up...

(from the NaPoWriMo prompt: write an ode to life’s small pleasures. Perhaps it’s the first sip of your morning coffee. Or finding some...