An Ace High to Boot

An Ace High to Boot

Poker Face Stetson big as his ego, cowboy pushes through swinging doors into the Tumbleweed Saloon. “Whiskey and cards,” he snarls. I remember his rough hands on my bare back, flounce red lace petticoat, catch the barkeep’s eye. He winks slides me a deck, tumbler of...
A Rainy Day Miracle Poem

A Rainy Day Miracle Poem

Johnnie Jumped Up! Rainy morning miracle, overnight tiny volunteer popped up, crannied between red bricks. Pretty pixie-sized pansy in her ruffled yellow, purple dress. How it’s possible is anybody’s guess. Viola reminds me beauty can flourish even in hard times. She...
A Winter Poem

A Winter Poem

A Precarious NightWhistling a warningwinter windwhooshes down Cuyamaca Peak,fast as a high-speedtrain. Squirrels andrabbits huddle inholes. Tree swingrock and rolls.Manzanita twigsshake their Mexicanmaracas. Giant oaksdance the rumba. When satin sun comesup I don’t...
Thank you!

Thank you!

Happy Holidays! Thank you to all who’ve continued to cheer me on with my writing career. To show my appreciation I’m offering bookmarks and signed bookplates to you or the readers in your lives. Email me directly at jill@jillghall.com with snail mail...
It’s a Fall Poem!

It’s a Fall Poem!

Fall Gift from AboveAfter the storm  at summer’s end squirrel peeks head through grassy mound. Boulders shine.  Honeysuckle vines hug rickety- fence. Butterflies flit in tandem among sweet smelling sage.  Quenched earth with  gratitude receives each precious...
I’m Not the Only One

I’m Not the Only One

On a recent Massachusetts road trip, I stopped at the Berkshire home of Edith Wharton, one of my favorite authors. It’s a lovely mansion that she designed herself. In an upstairs parlor I asked the guide if Edith wrote on the large wooden desk. The guide replied, “No...