@poetguy.bsky.social
Poet, small press publisher and photographer. Have made my living through the written/spoken word for over 30 years. I'll post my Daily Spontaneous Poems here and an occasional photo.
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Looking down from Wheeler Hill - Valley fog in the Mitchellsville Gulf.
August 1, 2025 at 12:21 PM
Looking down from Wheeler Hill - Valley fog in the Mitchellsville Gulf.
Eastern tiger swallowtail on one of the flowers in the widow box planter.
July 25, 2025 at 11:36 PM
Eastern tiger swallowtail on one of the flowers in the widow box planter.
Bog River, near Tupper Lake, NY - Adirondacks.
"The sound of water
says more than
all the words of poets
and sayings of wise humans
throughout eternity."
"The sound of water
says more than
all the words of poets
and sayings of wise humans
throughout eternity."
July 17, 2025 at 8:53 PM
Bog River, near Tupper Lake, NY - Adirondacks.
"The sound of water
says more than
all the words of poets
and sayings of wise humans
throughout eternity."
"The sound of water
says more than
all the words of poets
and sayings of wise humans
throughout eternity."
7/14/25. Morning harvest! Blueberries from the garden, chanterelles from the woods.
July 16, 2025 at 12:26 PM
7/14/25. Morning harvest! Blueberries from the garden, chanterelles from the woods.
Male Common Whitetail dragonfly (Plathemis lydia).
July 14, 2025 at 12:38 AM
Male Common Whitetail dragonfly (Plathemis lydia).
Daily Spontaneous Poem #3819 (7/3/2025)
home again
even though
where I came from
was home, too
home again
even though
where I came from
was home, too
July 5, 2025 at 1:50 AM
Daily Spontaneous Poem #3819 (7/3/2025)
home again
even though
where I came from
was home, too
home again
even though
where I came from
was home, too
Daily Spontaneous Poem #3810
after perusing news
much of it disconcerting
stepping outside
bird songs
field sparrow, indigo bunting
cardinal, tufted titmouse
house wren, rose-breasted grosbeak
return me to equanimity
after perusing news
much of it disconcerting
stepping outside
bird songs
field sparrow, indigo bunting
cardinal, tufted titmouse
house wren, rose-breasted grosbeak
return me to equanimity
July 2, 2025 at 11:20 AM
Daily Spontaneous Poem #3810
after perusing news
much of it disconcerting
stepping outside
bird songs
field sparrow, indigo bunting
cardinal, tufted titmouse
house wren, rose-breasted grosbeak
return me to equanimity
after perusing news
much of it disconcerting
stepping outside
bird songs
field sparrow, indigo bunting
cardinal, tufted titmouse
house wren, rose-breasted grosbeak
return me to equanimity
Female Io moth on haircap moss.
June 28, 2025 at 6:27 PM
Female Io moth on haircap moss.
Great Egret and Pink Water Lilies in the rain at
Reinstein Woods Nature Preserve, near Buffalo, NY.
Reinstein Woods Nature Preserve, near Buffalo, NY.
June 20, 2025 at 7:11 PM
Great Egret and Pink Water Lilies in the rain at
Reinstein Woods Nature Preserve, near Buffalo, NY.
Reinstein Woods Nature Preserve, near Buffalo, NY.
Tufted Titmouse gathering nesting material from a window flower box.
May 14, 2025 at 7:10 PM
Tufted Titmouse gathering nesting material from a window flower box.
Male Wild Turkey in all its show-off splendor.
April 25, 2025 at 2:55 PM
Male Wild Turkey in all its show-off splendor.
Sarcoscypha coccinea, or Scarlet Cup mushroom. I always look forward to finding these in our woods at this time of the year.
April 13, 2025 at 5:23 PM
Sarcoscypha coccinea, or Scarlet Cup mushroom. I always look forward to finding these in our woods at this time of the year.
Sharp-lobed Hepatica, the second of the woodland ephemerals to bloom in the woods here.
April 1, 2025 at 7:35 PM
Sharp-lobed Hepatica, the second of the woodland ephemerals to bloom in the woods here.
Daily Spontaneous Poem #3724 (3/30/2025)
if my last name was different
if my skin color was different
if I wasn’t born here
if I had a green card
if I. . .
would I just read news
worry about this country
or would I read news
worry about myself
if my last name was different
if my skin color was different
if I wasn’t born here
if I had a green card
if I. . .
would I just read news
worry about this country
or would I read news
worry about myself
March 31, 2025 at 10:17 AM
Daily Spontaneous Poem #3724 (3/30/2025)
if my last name was different
if my skin color was different
if I wasn’t born here
if I had a green card
if I. . .
would I just read news
worry about this country
or would I read news
worry about myself
if my last name was different
if my skin color was different
if I wasn’t born here
if I had a green card
if I. . .
would I just read news
worry about this country
or would I read news
worry about myself
Female Cardinal.
March 26, 2025 at 7:32 PM
Female Cardinal.
Daily Spontaneous Poem #3718 (3/24/2025)
looking back
those paths taken
some purposely
some accidentally
all led to here
this moment
where I’m at now
were one path taken
another way
where would I be now
looking back
those paths taken
some purposely
some accidentally
all led to here
this moment
where I’m at now
were one path taken
another way
where would I be now
March 25, 2025 at 11:50 AM
Daily Spontaneous Poem #3718 (3/24/2025)
looking back
those paths taken
some purposely
some accidentally
all led to here
this moment
where I’m at now
were one path taken
another way
where would I be now
looking back
those paths taken
some purposely
some accidentally
all led to here
this moment
where I’m at now
were one path taken
another way
where would I be now
American Robin eating sumac berry.
March 23, 2025 at 7:17 PM
American Robin eating sumac berry.
Boiling down the sap!
March 15, 2025 at 12:27 AM
Boiling down the sap!
Daily Spontaneous Poem #3705 (3/11/2025)
first syrup of year
sits in jars on table
over forty years ago
tapped trees for first time
just as exciting today
filling these first jars
as it was way back then
first syrup of year
sits in jars on table
over forty years ago
tapped trees for first time
just as exciting today
filling these first jars
as it was way back then
March 12, 2025 at 10:56 AM
Daily Spontaneous Poem #3705 (3/11/2025)
first syrup of year
sits in jars on table
over forty years ago
tapped trees for first time
just as exciting today
filling these first jars
as it was way back then
first syrup of year
sits in jars on table
over forty years ago
tapped trees for first time
just as exciting today
filling these first jars
as it was way back then