Fiddleheads & Floss—Big Announcement!

Hello to you! There are some exciting things going on in the world of writing. Whether you are a reader or a writer or both, you likely know the power that words can have in our lives. Today, Fiddleheads & Floss Writing Services (aka—ME) has reached a milestone and I have you all to thank … Continue reading Fiddleheads & Floss—Big Announcement!

Misunderstood (i have been a flower in a tree)

a free verse poem Image by Kranich17 from Pixabay i have been a flower in a tree.i have been so high up, no one could seethe immeasurable me, the impetuous me the always, always superfluous me this is what happenswhen a tree has its leaves on upside down, when the roots don’t growunderground and the … Continue reading Misunderstood (i have been a flower in a tree)

Swallow Me Whole

a poem of Contemplation Image from Pixabay Beneath this earthso many souls. In this groundright where I stand,my bare-heeled ache on the grit;do they linger here? Do their solemn hazes pass me by as my breath drifts meone day to the next?Am I aware ofthat chill, that pressure in the airshifting, disturbing,a moaning whisper to myhuman ears?Does it shift me? I … Continue reading Swallow Me Whole

At Home Amongst These

a poem The squishy-cool green beneath my feetmeandering before me, a path between trees.The bright arms of the sun reaching down,fingers of light, bringing growth to the ground. I can no longer get lost this way. I have come again. I wander againthrough the moss-strewn aislein gripping fear and anxiety-laden… I know they’ll be lost if I … Continue reading At Home Amongst These


a poem I had a vision.A pole; horizontal, unmoving.Suspended from it — carrionin varying stages of decomposition; One, freshly hungdrips its life blood freedrip…drip…drip… Another, rottingbegun, its surface writheswith maggots and flies. The third is rot-wornblack, a carcass shellor its former self. The three hanging there just out of reach, as are mostthings when you are hungry. A bear, standing … Continue reading Hunger

Ladybug Journeys

a poem of a quiet afternoon A ladybug journeys up Hawkweed stem searching for another Dark-spotted red bug with which to fly high the ladybug labors on… A squirrel scampers through leaf litter and soil searching for another Nut she had buried  some time ago Spring the squirrel labors on… Chickadee and titmouse nuthatch and goldfinch searching for another Black sunflower seed or millet or … Continue reading Ladybug Journeys

The Waters Run Clean Through Me

a poem about the North Carolina Mountains Deep in the North Carolina wood nestled between steep mountainous  rises, a gorge, through which run waters, crisp and cool and clean. A bench waits there for my soul. The waters run clear, cross rock and moss, with dribbling sounds and meandering thoughts of the distant seas. The canopy hangs over.  Shady oasis of … Continue reading The Waters Run Clean Through Me

Nectar Dreams

a poem about the tiny creatures we often miss Honey Bee ( Nectar Dreams Walking sticks, June bugs,Bumble bee, Wooly Bearsall came out to playand when the streetlights at last were litthe fireflies lit the way.The June bugs, in droves,in whispering swarmsslapped against our chestsemerald green-backed and shining,the airborne jewels in summer vests. Where have all … Continue reading Nectar Dreams

Seed to Earth–an Environmental Poem

a poem of life Fruit trees drop them one, two, three…we twist some free.Flesh-juice skinned; we wipe the sugarydribble from our chins. Time melts flesh from the fallen in weathered decay,seed to earth to green in the floweringseasonal swing of thingslife continues still. Pine trees drop them one, two three…serotinous and resin-rich, pregnant with … Continue reading Seed to Earth–an Environmental Poem