A Game Changer

I work in an open space that used to be a midde school library, now converted to the District Office and divided with partitions into cubicles. The partitions don’t reach the ceiling, and there are no doors on the cubicles, so sometimes conversations make it challenging to stay focused and mind my own business.

A colleague suggested noise-cancelling ear buds – – said hers were “a game changer” for focus, especially when working with data and reporting.

I considered it. But it’s hard to have a pair of ear buds at home and a pair at work and feel like it’s worth springing for anything new that might be just a smidge better. Still, I checked my ear buds, hoping they had a noise cancelling feature I hadn’t yet figured out. They did not.

As I started looking at noise cancelling options, I came across a pair of headphones, not earbuds, on sale. I’d seen a good many passengers on a recent flight wearing these – in the airport and even as they boarded the plane, some even wearing them straight through the three hour flight. What was I missing?

I decided to take a chance and try a pair. If I didn’t like them, I could always send them back. They were over 50 percent off, and from a reputable brand. Most important, they were noise-cancelling, and they came in faint rose petal pink!

I’m not sure whether it’s their petal-pinkness or their noise-cancelling magic, but my colleague was right – – –these are 100% a game changer. As a bonus, I recently discovered Kate Baer’s writing playlist, so this is my go-to for sustaining focus. My work buddy has helped me find a way to enhance my work experience with calming music.

I’m simply grateful.

It’s the little things

that matter ~ coffee, music,

great books, and kind friends.

January List poem with Kim Stafford

We took time during The Stafford Challenge kickoff this past Saturday to write. Kim Stafford, son of William Stafford, read us a list poem written by his famous poet father, and encouraged us to look around the room and list what we saw to inspire writing. I love a rambling sort of list poem. Once everyone finished, we all put a line or two in the chat, and just reading the randomness of things and ideas could have become a collective across-the-world poem by all in attendance. We were to begin with the words It was….

It was

a Vermont Flannel blanket

soft, in earth’s plaid colors

a foxtail fern

in from the cold

a Magic keyboard

with all the words

a retro velvet swivel chair

from some Mattaliano company

in Chicago

looking rather Frank Sinatra & The Rat Pack

with the beaded curtains

hanging on the doors

a string of lights spiraling up

the staircase handrail

pooling in a twirl at the bottom post

a CocaCola table and two chairs

with oh-so-many memories

of lovers sharing a Coke float

in some black and white tiled floor diner

where the jukebox played

The Platters

and Patsy Cline

and a green fringed fleece scarf

with three initials – the new ones –

Christmas gift from a beloved sister-in-law

welcoming me into the

outlaw chaos of dysfunction

where I linger, full in love ~

by the Home Sweet Home and

Tree Farm candles

Deep Sea Abecedarian Poem

Yesterday’s host for our third and final day of the January Open Write at http://www.ethicalela.com was Denise Krebs of California. You can read her full prompt, her poem, and the poems of others here. She is one of my small group writing members in The Stafford Challenge, and I’m proud to call her a dear friend. We met in person at the National Council of Teachers of English (NCTE) and have presented together there a few times. When she’s not busy writing books and poetry, she’s off visiting grandchildren or riding her bike through the desert with her husband, coming home to a long-standing family home that she, her sister, and her husband restored.

The Deep Sea Parade

an artistry of angelfish
a buffoonery of blowfish
a charm of chum
a dazzle of dragonfish
an eloquence of eel
a flamboyance of flying fish
a gallancy of grouper
a harmony of humpback whales
an illustration of icthyosaur
a jubilance of jellyfish
a kinship of krill
a lumination of lanternsharks
a majesty of manatees
a narrowmind of needlefish
an openarmory of octopus
a pulmonation of pufferfish
a quarrel of quahog
a radiance of ribbonfish
a soldiering of seahorses
a thundering of trumpetfish
a union of unicorn fish
a vault of vampire squid
a whiskering of walrus
a xanadu of xiphosura
a yubadubdub of yellow soapfish
a zooband of zebra turkeyfish

and I joined the parade as the mermaid caboose
come join in, mermaids and mermen! 

We’ll be a murmuration ~
the finest mermaid nation!

Tammi Belko January Open Write

Tammi Belko of Ohio was our host for the first day of the January 2026 Open Write yesterday at http://www.ethicalela.com, inspiring us with her shared process that you can read below:

Process: Grab a book from your shelf. Read the last line in it. Use that line as the first or last line of your poem. If you don’t have any books near you load this page, and scan down till you find the right one.

I’ve been reading Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt, so I reached for the book and found the last line to use as my inspiration for my poem today.

“Avery’s coming for pie. And there’s a Scrabble game to win, after all.” -Shelby Van Pelt from Remarkably Bright Creatures

On Playing Scrabble with My Children

there’s a Scrabble game to win

and you can be sure

the dictionary will be the referee

at the turntable deluxe edition

on their great great grandmother’s

refinished table where the

ancestors have refereed

their own games

Year 3 of The Stafford Challenge Kicks Off Today

Have you ever wondered whether you could write daily?

Do you love poetry and prose?

f Are you strapped for time and wonder about the commitment?

Wonder no more.

Come on, take my hand and walk down the shore. See the beauty?

Join the Year 3 kickoff of The Stafford Challenge today. It’s not too late to sign up, and you may just ask yourself what took you so long to join. This writing circle is completely free (you can make a donation only if you want – and I did not donate until the 3rd year). You will meet writers from all over the world, be inspired by them, and have the option to join a small group writing circle (you can join with others you don’t know or form your own like we did), where you will share and form some of the closest long-distance relationships you’ve ever had. Even if you don’t consider yourself a strong writer – – or a writer at all.

Come on, stick your big toe in the water. It feels refreshing in here.

My small writing group meets the first Monday of each month ~ Barb Edler of Iowa, Glenda Funk of Idaho, and Denise Krebs of California. We catch up on life, we talk about what we’re reading and what we’re writing, and we share our poetry. Sometimes we write during our Zoom. You know that poem The Cure by Kate Baer in her latest book How About Now? It’s how I feel about my writing circles. This is so much more than breakfast.

Today is the kickoff, and you can sign up at this link. I would love to see you there today. I’ll send you a wave from my tiny screen.

Come on, dive in! You can swim or float, and either is divine.

writing, belonging

to a group of likeminded

poets, anchors me

Come on. I’ll be waiting.

Friday Favorites

Scrolling Onward

Pictures scroll

on the digital frame

in the living room

prompting conversations

about dogs

about children

about grandchildren

about ice hockey

about those gone before us

about wives kissing husbands in racecars

about doing crazy things

about lights in the window

about parents

about eating watermelon

about fishing

about vacations

about ordinary moments

about now

about what’s next

Thursday Thinking Tanka

In the true Stafford Challenge spirit, I’m sharing a blurb of prose and then sharing a poem. That’s how William Stafford wrote as a morning practice each day, and it’s what his son Kim modeled two years ago at the kickoff of the inaugural Stafford Challenge group led by Brian Rohr. Write into the day with free thought, then channel the thinking into lines of verse. Here’s what is on my mind today: more time to write. I’ve chosen a Tanka as my poetry form for this morning, and I’ll add a link to a well-known William Stafford poem at the bottom. It gets me every time.

Bean-Spilling Onward!

It’s Thursday and I

can’t stop thinking about one

thing: spilling the beans

when the moment of truth rings

when days turn into new dreams

Traveling Through the Dark by William Stafford

Wednesday Wondering About Apples, Razors, and Makeup

There’ve been heated debates lately on our small rural Georgia county’s discussion page. People are bashing others who went to support the monks in their march through Georgia for peace. Some said there were maybe 6 or 8 monks and a dog on this trek. I saw the places advertised about where they were going to be and when, but I was busy and did not go. I cannot agree with anyone who would bash a monk or anyone who supports anyone else who adheres to a belief system that is their own or different from their own; that’s our fundamental freedom – to choose our religion and to make our choices.

Now if monks were tearing down towns and setting fire in the streets, rioting and smashing windows and shooting people or blowing up buildings, then that might be a different story. But I have never known a monk to misbehave or cause harm to others. For me? I choose the Bible. I believe it is the only way to Heaven. I will still break bread at a table with others who believe differently from me and celebrate that we are human beings here on this earth for a very short time to experience life. That’s enough. It’s not my calling to spit on my brothers who believe differently – – Jesus didn’t do that. He said to love them.

I’ll go a step further: I’ll love their dog, too. And if I had been there, I would have cheered them on for their fortitude. Whether I believe what they believe in or not, I believe in those who protest peacefully and find ways of making statements that do not harm others. Our country was founded on religious freedom, and we are on a slippery slope when we take aim at the religious beliefs of others. Christianity itself has its own denominations, and we respectfully agree to disagree on scriptural interpretation by attending different churches. In my day, the Methodists and the Baptists would get together for an evening game of softball and shake hands at the end of the game. We didn’t throw down over whether Baptism should be sprinkling or dunking. It just didn’t happen.

And it shouldn’t today. I believe in my maker, knowing the freedom is mine. I’m grateful to live in a country that still gives us all the freedom to do that, and I hope I never forget to consider what could happen if that freedom changes. I reflect on my father’s words today: be confident enough in your God that you are not threatened by anyone else’s.

all these people

parsing the scripture

bashing monk watchers

yet they

eat forbidden fruit

wear makeup

shave legs

what gives?!?