Category Archives: Prose & Poetry

Winter Haiku



Icicle fingers

Icy lace accents the eaves

Let’s curl under the blanket.


Skiing on white caps

White out blinds the shushing eye

Casted leg propped up.


Minus fifty chills

Frostbitten nose and fingers

Another toddy?


Care to add one of your own? 


Filed under Prose & Poetry, Uncategorized

Puddles…a short poem




by Karen R. Sanderson


The puddle prompts a memory

of a simmering summer day

After the rain

A perfect rainbow arced across the sky

A little boy skipped, hopped, and jumped in

He scooped up the mud and smeared it

on scrawny arms and knobby knees

His smile shined through

His giggles, too

The puddle reflects my face

and sees my memory

I jump in with both feet


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On Halloween

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I wrote this in grade school…

On Halloween

Who would ride a broomstick

As the witches do –

Straight across the pebbly stars

On a street of blue?

I should! I should!

(if mother came, too)

Who would take a wildcat,

With eyes all yellow-green

To ride upon his broomstick

Late on Halloween?

I should! I should!

(if mother sat between)


Filed under Horror, Kid Stuff & Children's Books, Prose & Poetry

A zombie poem

My zombie friend, Megan.

My zombie friend, Megan.

Little Zombie  

Little zombie, you think you’re stylin?

Blood drippin’ down your shirt.

With your herky-jerky, lumbering lurch.

Ain’t ‘gonna get us, we’re on alert.

Little zombie, right next door,

Tearing through their chain link fencing.

Banging down the neighbor’s entry.

Your inhuman strength is oh-so frightening!

Little zombie, you’re so scary.

Are those brains, gray and mushy,

Spilled upon your dirty feet?

Don’t look now, your toes are squishing.

What yellow fangs you’re a baring.

Gaping mouth, you’re getting anxious.

Baseball bats don’t knock you down.

We’ll have to raid the gun collection.

See my boy, he’s packing heat.

He’ll use his gun to make you dead.

To his shoulder, butt stock goes,

Oh little zombie, where’s your head?

Cool Dad


Filed under Horror, Prose & Poetry

Haiku for autumn



A rainbow of leaves

Orange glows with flaming red

Autumn blazes bright.


Crunching storm of leaves

Trees let go of summer

Naked branches stand starkly.


Evergreens whisper

In the dark carpeted woods

Hush before the snow.


Wood smoke curls skyward

Announcing chilly evening

We need more kindling.


When trees are dropping

Vibrant leaves dapple the ground

Then shade disappears.


From a blossom grows

Immense orange globes for pie

Cut a crooked smile.


Filed under Prose & Poetry

Me? Writer’s block? Never!

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Painful Process

by Karen R. Sanderson


Can’t write

I’m blank

Last typed

It stank

Sitting here

Fingers quiet

Cursor blinks

Creative diet

Tapping keyboard

Marking time

Can’t make


Fingers stiff

Head full


Set to lull

Beers swilled, shots tossed

Slouching now

Completely lost


Slammed closed

Deadline missed

I’m hosed

Grab pen

Ink to page

No sense

Growing rage

Rip it up

Start fresh

Stanzas done

Still a mess

Note to self

Bury head

Give it up

Go to bed.


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Holiday Dinner, a poem

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Holiday Dinner

a poem

by Karen R. Sanderson

Chicken runs round the farm yard,

Wishes he was the duck.

Duck runs round the barn yard,

Wishes he was the pig.

Pig runs round the pig sty,

Wishes he was the horse.

Horse smiles, relaxes in stall.

Thanksgiving Day, he’ll mourn them all.

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Filed under Prose & Poetry, Special Events