Watching for the Vagrant

the vast winter sky with its few ragged geese Vs silent of “chick-a-dee”

Writ Large

Winter’s six angles tell the simple of infinity— snowflake. Posted also in response to the Word of the Day Challenge https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/22/magnify/ magnify

Between Marble Sky/and

Between marble sky and snow hissing over snow— wind-ragged magpie

Drabble posts another WriteLee original

Lee Robison's poem "They Wheel him Out," which first appeared here on Writlee.com has just been posted on Drabble (They Wheel Him out). We really like the illustration Drabble selected for this poem. Thanks

Jim’s Ham and Eggs

I would not calumny Jim Fradering’s good name with the accusation that he could cook. He couldn’t. Jim’s idea of a meal not prepared by some other body was deli ham, mayonnaise, and white bread. In camp he had been known to boil eggs that gnawed like rubber, tasted like iron sulfide, and could be … Continue reading Jim’s Ham and Eggs →

The Quest is the Acquisition

“I am surprised not to see Diane Bill’s picture here,” Phil said. He stood in front of one of the glass front cabinets that Derby Milicance had placed against the wall of his living room. He said it loudly because he was speaking to Derby who was in the kitchen checking the casserole and putting … Continue reading The Quest is the Acquisition →

She is that Gullible or the Story of a River

The Last Lost River rises from waning glaciers, snowmelt, and springs in the Deception Mountains of Montana and drops precipitously and swiftly, with an anger and fury that only the most avid fishermen dare challenge, into the valley that shares its name. There it slowly changes character becoming first a rugged swift stream. Then, just … Continue reading She is that Gullible or the Story of a River →

Every Old Day is a New Day

Once, back in the day a skinny, flat chester had rammed her knee into his crouch. That had hindered things.

“Out, Out,” by Robert Frost

Perhaps, not so oddly, the first thing the word "lumber" prompted to me is the dark poem "Out, Out" by Robert Frost. It can be found on the "Poets.Org" website at: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/out-out– I could/might also post this in response to the Word of The Day Challenge, immature, though the narrative is not about an "immature" … Continue reading “Out, Out,” by Robert Frost →

Rhymes with Curd?

The old man asked “feed me please” “All I have is Cottage Cheese,” I said. “Large curd,” But he heard the rhyming word— And would not eat my Cottage Cheese.