New Poem By Me: Well Fertilized

  Well Fertilized My friend is on the phone: “What’s going on?” “I’m hauling a lot of crap around.” “Oh dear. What’s happened?” “No, really, it’s great. I’m making several trips bringing home free horse manure for my garden.” That’s when she realized that the metaphor applies: all that awful “shit she’s been through” has … Read more

Five Recent Haiku (by me)

The brilliant red rose against the white viburnum grabs the wandering eye. A cacophony of satisfying thunder it hasn’t rained yet. I am sorting piles – a deleterious heap of fragments bygone. My philosophy: to realize goodness and love one another. The leaf veins branch out a modest infrastructure for collecting food. by Polly Castor

Today’s Poem: Garbage Removal

Polly Castor Photography: Rain on the Parking Lot

Garbage Removal I’m up praying at four in the morning. Misty, moist, cool air refreshes, wafting in on tendrils from the open window. The only sound I hear is the massive bang and clunk of a garbage truck with hulking mechanical biceps in grinding metal arms, picking up those hugely heavy commercial containers, dumping out … Read more

Why Socialism Doesn’t Work

I don’t often merely pass on email I get, but this came from my friend Linda and I found it very apt, particularly since my son thinks he wants to live in Sweden. (Mind you I’m no economist and I’m not attempting to discredit “progressive taxation”…) See the email forward below in blue… and my … Read more

Today’s Earth Day Poem By Me With Photos

                On Earth Day Often we think of earth’s jaggedly impassable, impressive mountain precipices, or a raging volcano’s seething lava, surging mercilessly down hill, or the intensely glaring heat waves shrouding remote, windswept deserts, or hulking blue ice sheets crashing precipitously into chill Arctic oceans, or the devastating … Read more

My New Poem: Tips of Spring (with Photos)

Tips of Spring The bare branches tacitly precise point gnarled fingers and wave lacy tendrils like brooms sweeping the sky like hair standing on end each strand preposterous and defined coy, but flirting capillaries. This spiky punk rock stage will pass the spring cleaning will finish the monochromatic veins and bony limbs will soon be … Read more

A New Poem: This is Me

Polly Castor photography

This is Me I’m a room’s golden glow paneled in luminous framed prints, refracting and shiny with a tossed, jauntily quilted pillow demanding attention. I’m the waxed wood floors, slightly gritty, a bright bouquet of yellow freesia beckoning buoyantly, and a tempting stack of books close by. I’m an empty rocking chair, inviting embrace a … Read more

Thoughts About Cross Pollination of Ideas and Butterfly Chasing

Alexander Graham Bell was attempting to invent a hearing aid. Columbus was trying to get to India. Post-its were born out of glue that didn’t work right. Velcro was invented from pondering annoying burrs stuck to the pants from a walk. Steve Jobs applied what he learned about movement and perception while ballroom dancing to … Read more

My New Poem: Nipping it in the Bud?

Nipping it in the Bud? love an opening bud tentative, unsure is it safe? trust experience: so disappointing, so discouraging or invest in hope: so sanguine, so easily jeopardized, vulnerable and perishable or steel oneself instead: instigating inevitable disillusionment by pushing away – hard fleeing or walled off — disquieted, blighted, to wither alone plagued … Read more