What Lay Beneath the Moonlight? An ancient church, deserted now, lay in a silv’ry light, Keeping watch o’er those who slept throughout the silent night. Did shadows move among the stones, was evil lurking near? Or was it just the moonlight and an old, remembered fear? Secrets lay beneath the soil that none alive now […]
Apr 5, 2018
All Bases Covered
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At yesterday’s cozy critique, all bases were covered as far as the table went. The napkins were from last fall, the paper plates from Christmas, and the cake and jelly beans were from Easter. (I had frozen the cake.) And, as far as Cozy Critters went, all bases were covered there too. We had a […]
Mar 8, 2018
At the Table We Sat, We Three, Brimming with Acuity
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Opening Day of Duck Season, a poem by John Philpot, started our critique off with a bang. Jane has known Mr. Philpot for a number of years as he came from her home town of Mena, Arkansas. His rhymed verse that Jane read kept Peg and me in stitches. He is a television personality and […]
Mar 4, 2018
Stuff to Take With You into March
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Did you know we’ve already had one full moon this month and it was called the Mouse Moon? There’ll be another this month, making it a blue moon. Its name? The Sap Moon. March abounds with weather lore, folklore, poems, fact and fiction. It’s an unreliable month, rather unstable as the seasons change from winter […]
Jan 11, 2018
Just Ahead of the Storm
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I’m so glad the Cozy Critique was yesterday instead of today. This is the day when the temperature is forecast to take a nosedive. But yesterday, well, it was a pleasant day inside and out, and it may well have been the calm before a winter storm. Today is beginning cloudy and still, as if […]
Oct 21, 2017
Plain Poetry from a Plain Country Woman
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by Blanche Day Manos Don’t tell me they are gone, for I can see them still The house, the spring, the burr oak tree, the barn beneath the hill. I smell the sausage sizzling, I hear the rooster crow, The sounds and scents of each new day that woke me long ago. I feel […]
