A poetry lesson in form and structure — San Diego Writer’s Ink offers a five sessions poetry certificate program. I don’t want to bury the link, so here it is. Certificate in Poetry — San Diego Writers, Ink (writeyourstorynow.org) Classes are online live, but they are not recorded. The series starts again in September 2023. I have already…

Thank you Robert Frost — Two exits up ahead. One to the left could go west, One to the right could go east, I could drive straight past Continuing down the predictable path. The exit on the right provides a return route to beginnings — attempts at do overs. The other tempts me. …

For Lydia — We had room just the right size for two people Who had been in love for longer than we Could remember. There was heat. The window faced the east. During our life together, we had the romantic Fiery love that burned the sheets and left Us covered with sweat before falling…

Written when we use to get paychecks — I It’s payday. So, you all go out to eat at a fast-food place. The girl at the counter impatiently grasp her calculating register, while you find out what the wife wants & what your son & daughter should get. II Your mind works silently assembling the items in an orderly fashion. “May I help you…

Searching for hope — Already the light approaches on the horizon. The pink glow is gently sweeping against the blue-gray dusk, raising hopes that a new day brings. The hills and earth beginning to glisten in anticipation of the coming dawn. Ever ready to welcome the morning sun. Jeremy P. McKay ©2023

Simple pleasures — It was the best gift ever. It wasn’t wrapped. So, I knew it was from Santa. I really needed it. Too tall for a tricycle. Too scared for a two-wheeler. The radio flyer wagon was the perfect vehicle. Flying down that hill was awesome fun. Screaming, I would take a sharp…

Scrittura prompt: in-between places — In between the stress, the missed talks, confusion and resistance We always have our walks, and you can always rub my belly. Waiting from my spot, I watch you at your screen. Huffing and puffing. April said I look sad, but really I am just planning my happiness. How’s it…

We don’t build bridges — We don’t build bridge or drive trains, but somehow we have become engineers. I noticed the change in title’s occurred around the turn of the century. Maybe some software developers have always been engineers. To me it seemed to be a term reserved for ivy league elitist. I consider myself…

Waiting for the show — My eyes squinted to see Sweat beaded up on my brow A breeze came up from the stage There was comfort in my backless seat I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply Around us, families rambled incessantly The concrete seat felt cool warm Rough and smooth like the crowd …