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Very happy to announce I have been offered and signed a contract with Prolific Pulse Press LLC and editor Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld for publication of my poetry chapbook, Reflections of a Woman’s Life, set to be published in early 2026!! Thank you Lisa and Prolific Pulse Press!

https://www.prolificpulse.com/

I’m very pleased to announce the acceptance of my poem, “The Trip,” for publishing by Spillwords Press and Chief Editor Dagmara K.!!

“The Trip” is scheduled for publication on 12/10/25 at 1:30am Eastern Time (ET). Once it’s live, you can access it through this link:

https://spillwords.com/the-trip/

Thank you for your support and encouragement Spillwords Press and especially, Dagmara K.!

Wait he said
until I’m free
He did not know when
or if it’d ever be

My tree stands regal
in the dark
alone

It’s twinkling lights
cast arcing rainbows
about

A lovely red skirt
wraps around its trunk
barren

A faux tree this one
not like my trees
before

The golden glow on top
warms the small room
coldly

I sit and stare
upon its lonely beauty
contemplating

Beautiful would it still be
if no eyes ever made that
decree?

Bottom feeders do not know
that they are in fact
bottom feeders

Having been born
into that station in life
they know no other way to be

Eating excrement daily
is a daily thing no more abhorrent
than steak to a carnivore

In the rare instance a bottom feeder
is hooked by a hungry fisherman
it is tossed quickly away in disgust

Unless of course
that hungry fisherman
is more than just hungry

Should the fisherman
perched high upon his watercraft
find himself starving and weak

Then that which was deemed
disgusting to purview previously
now becomes appetizing and appealing

The fisherman eats his fill
until sated and then
discarding the leftovers –

they sink in pieces
back to the bottom
once again

What you have wrought
upon this Earth –
upon me
is blasphemy!

Look what you have
done to my children,
my flowers, my trees,
my creatures!

To you have I given
a paradise never such
as seen before anywhere,
on any planet!

To me you have laid waste
my lands, my soil and air
without regard and unbelievably,
without care!

I am sorry my loves, vegetation all,
the four legged, the no legs,
the warm and cold blooded
– I am done!

In response to Maria Antonia’s Photo Challenge #11 / Window

Amid the traffic and blaring horns
drivers sitting rigid stiff confined
within the controlled atmospheres
of their stick shift and automatic conveyances
halted for the moment by the snarled congestion
of holiday travelers and local rush-hour workers

I turned and pressed the window down button
releasing a portion of my glass and metal enclosure
enabling a treat of fresh wintry air to pass
across my over-warm and blushing cheeks
still reddened by my rarely released and never seen
out-burst of frustration and temper

It was then within the brush and dried thistles
lining the side of this overused
and ill thought out highway
I heard the faint but lovely chirping
of a wee little bird perched upon
a thin thorny twig looking fit as a fiddle

He sang and he sang with all of his might
as though saying goodbye or maybe hello
to all of the humans in line on this night
going nowhere so fast on this stalled pavement lot
I thought as I sat contemplating the scene
what a beautiful world and gave thanks once again