This was the first poem I'd written in ages. A difficult poem written just before my ex and I decided to divorce. It kept me going for a while.

Forgo the bite, the bitter
And drumming of the fight
Inhale the low and humming
And let the matter go

Close lid to fist, to fuming
And glean what there is hid
Inside, beside, between
And spare the man his pride

Then lift the eyes, the ego
And buy for him a gift
Infuse your how and why
With forgiveness known, and now

Let free the harsh, the harm
And set the route to be
Divergent of regret
And know you left with love

Work In Progress

I've been commissioned to create a Peg-legged Pirate Pig on the Poop Deck. Really. Here is what I have so far. It's about 3" wide and will stand about 4" tall once the pig has a head.