weather – Poetry & More

You’re next: a short story

Sue “Hello folks and welcome! I’m your host Max Maxim and what time is it?” The same fake studio audience recording that had been used for the last twenty years cheered and applauded. “That’s right, it’s time for tomorrow’s weather.” With the pencil thin microphone in his right hand, he walked ten stepsContinue reading “You’re next: a short story”

So confused

All become blurry. Weather has no more seasons. All four in a day.

334 days of photos; day 31

334 days of photos

Photos with ice 🧊

Well crow. Freezing rain on top of snow. Sure puts a damper on the places I will go. Oh no. 🤭 Now if you don’t loose power, I’ll be all aglow.

Fall y’all

The heat and humidity of summer sucks the life from my very soul. Like a tick on a dog, draining my life force is its goal. Day in and day out. It’s enough to make this girl pout. Heat. Humidity. Humidity. Heat. Everyday is on repeat. But fall. Oh, but FALL. Lower humidity. Cool, crispContinue reading “Fall y’all”

Dark clouds

I’d like to thank Ray Whitaker and the team at Masticadores Canada for publishing my poem Dark Clouds. Thank you 💕

I need you

My second poem has been published on Spillwords. I’d like to thank Dagmara K. and the Spillwords team. The flood waters in the picture is the creek behind my house. 🥺 Back in February, 2025.

I got up this morning

I got up this morning ~ I got up and made a cup of coffee this morning, when people in my community don’t have power. ~ I got up and fixed breakfast this morning, when people in my community don’t have a home. ~ I got up this morning and hugged my dog, when peopleContinue reading “I got up this morning”