
we hashed out
and hushed up
the hazing that was
we crossed out
and tossed out
the bustle because…
we reviewed
and renewed
a contract
unspoken
–communion
reunion
abiding unbroken.

we hashed out
and hushed up
the hazing that was
we crossed out
and tossed out
the bustle because…
we reviewed
and renewed
a contract
unspoken
–communion
reunion
abiding unbroken.

writing is a craft.
a talent.
a discipline—
requiring more than a keyboard,
and a working knowledge of
language
to master.
A story that must be told,
it jeopardizes
the tale and the teller–
righting sometimes
–isn’t.
For the truly dedicated, however
it’s paradoxically
never
wrong.

I am on my way to Whelm, and hope to arrive soon as
I have been going Over it most of my life
It seems I Under
Estimated Standing along the way
And found myself In
Capable hands that took me–
A
Stray–
To its bosom,
And that seemed enough
Given I was so often A
Lone
©Karen Robiscoe
Re: quest.
I’m on one
quest (I) on!

Will you
join me?
freshly laundered
I put on my favorite
top
without zipper, button, or snap, I
embraced my favorite person
–without qualm—
dryer sheets, and
perpetual motion
quelling
static
cling.