Masterpieces and Mishmash

As I sit at my desk, I watch a kaleidoscope of frosted patterns dance across my windows. I remember how on winter mornings as a child my sister and I would stand on the edge of our beds in our little nylon nightgowns and blow on the ice encrusted panes that lined one...

Cinnamon Rouge- A poem for February

Cinnamon Rouge Cinnamon Rouge By Heike Mertins Cinnamon Rouge Spicy, warm and red Vibrant It fills my mouth with brazen delight And fairies sashay lightly cross my tongue Cool, cool blue So cold I taste your icicles Crackling, crisp, sharp and brittle Broken...

February 1, 2022: How far we’ve come

Even with snow in the forecast… breaking ice on the lake reminds me that everything changes. Writers write. It’s what we do to make sense of the world and sometimes poke a little fun at it. Today I found this on my desktop.  It documents a couple of...