Poetry

Elbow

In the quiet hinge of arm and forearm, The elbow bends—a modest, sturdy joint— Where laughter echoes when the funny bone’s struck, A secret pivot that lets us reach, embrace, and throw. It flexes

Dopey

Dopey dawn drapes the sleepy street, A yawn‑soft haze in amber light, Where thoughts drift slow, like wool‑soft feet, And time seems wrapped in cotton‑tight. In every glance a gentle grin, A harmless

Nudge

A quiet nudge, a whisper‑soft push, Like dawn’s first light slipping through the curtains, It coaxes the stubborn leaf to unfurl, And turns the hesitant heart toward courage. In the bustle of

Timer

The quiet click of a kitchen timer, its brass face ticking through the afternoon, counting down the moments while the dough rises, fragrant, in the warm, yeasty gloom. A sand‑filled glass, the

Ladle

Ode to the Ladle In the kettle’s steamy sigh, A humble ladle waits nearby, Its curved belly, polished steel, Cradles broth that tastes of zeal. With each gentle swoop and tilt, It

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