A sonnet, a lyric, a limerick, and an obscure bee madrigal Spring is my favorite season in San Diego, with wave after wave of fragrant blooms, mourning doves nesting in our patio bougainvillea, pinniped pupping season in La Jolla, and of course, April is National Poetry Month! This spring, I'm delighted to be sharing a … Continue reading The Merry Month of May
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Lo! I continue to exist!
An update after all this time? YES! Is there much to say? OF COURSE! Is any of it particularly important in the grand scheme of things? UNLIKELY! But life is a precious, improbable thing, and putting joy and whimsy out into the world is needful at all times, but particularly during difficult ones. First, the … Continue reading Lo! I continue to exist!
Overthinking and other favorite pastimes
I've self-identified as a Slytherin for most of my years in the Harry Potter fandom, dating from July in the year 2000, when I read the scene in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire in which Severus Snape rolls up his sleeve to show Minister Fudge his Dark Mark as proof of Voldemort's return. That … Continue reading Overthinking and other favorite pastimes
December 30: Penultimate
Wan winter sun, the second to the last Of this, the year I chose to sonnet daily, Your rise announced all starts of poems past And now, upon the end you shine so palely Upon this concept that I'm now outlining, Which has already set my scansion spinning I know what words may yet survive … Continue reading December 30: Penultimate
December 27: The Inspiration Game
It's one thing to lack motivation when There are a dozen things you'd rather do, Like listen to beloved comedians Pretend to fly a man to Timbuktu. It's quite another when you'd rather write The thoughts to form the basis of a story And not the piece that must be done tonight, As it occurs … Continue reading December 27: The Inspiration Game
November 21: Are We There Yet?
A fearsome and delicious spirit, gin, Which soothes the tongue and warms the weary head, When mixed with quinine, makes a medicine Whose thaumaturgy's well-known and widespread. At least, that's what I'm choosing to believe, Unwinding from tonight's demanding show, But from my writing I get no reprieve- I cannot quit with just a month … Continue reading November 21: Are We There Yet?
August 15: Thine Own Self
Immortal love to stand the test of time, A noble heart enslaved by jealousy, A shining soul draws villains to a crime- Cathartic Tragedy is just not me.Usurpers, bastards, questions of succession, Assassinations, infidelity, Great speeches, battles, learning painful lessons- A History? Definitely not me.Pageants of gods, foul acts demand redemption, Pastoral themes without mud, … Continue reading August 15: Thine Own Self
August 7: Jargon Infarctions
When one constructs a mystery or thriller, Recondite research must be done, because It's not enough to know who is the killer, The reader must believe in what he does. When injuries occur, make sure you know If death could follow; if so, why and when. Or ask a black ops soldier, who can show … Continue reading August 7: Jargon Infarctions
July 15: Vincible
I woke just minutes prior to the alarm And thought, “That week spent two time zones away Shall cause me no unpleasantness or harm; I needn't pussyfoot around today!” And so I went full-throttle through my tasks Enthused at solving problems once again And weighing carefully all questions asked, Reactivating those bits of my brain. … Continue reading July 15: Vincible
July 14: All Good Things
Eleven lives, eleven calendars, Eleven journeys carefully aligned Eleven minds all eager to confer And write eleven tales newly assigned. For seven days eleven sowed the field With blessed solitude and conversation- Our House of Our Own then began to yield The signs of universal germination. O meadow of ideas in full bloom Cross-pollinated in … Continue reading July 14: All Good Things
Libby Weber 