At the Door

on a branch of mishap

the wind bounces

random minutes

out of seconds

of success.

made that way

molded, sketched,

crumpled

velvet extremes

over linen creases.

greet me at the door

when the wind blows strong. 

travel will whistle

through the windows,

get out of here

to someplace far,

comfortable

and genuine. 

M. Flannery

February 2026

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January’s new year vibes have an adventure element fueled by the new as much as the possibility of a warmer climate. Snow storms across America provide content for social media posting folks. A good and safe sled run frees the heart for a moment with the warmth joy creates. 

 

Fat Finger A

an unknown aura waves at me—

hey that fat

finger will touch the wrong key.

you are not a mistake.

Try as I may,

the ess is not an ay.

something is releasing

ideas found newly set

on my calendar. do

i look that old

flies on a ragged flag

over confidence

and not caring.

chill comforts 

the will to learn

the matters from the 

fat finger tapping.

M.Flannery

January 2026

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First poem of the year in my 1960s style of silly

and discovering cool. I know that rhythm, kick and slide. What as I know it, may not be how others hear it. 

I had a teacher once that would act irritated when students didn’t interpret the reading material her way, the established way. No room for discovery dulls a learners enthusiasm. I remember her lousy attitude, not the subject’s material. I put a lot of study in for each assignment, felt fully prepared for every class. 

An Angle

There is a caution leaving 

a water mark

along the edge of my thoughts 

and reality. 

Angles. 

They manage us

as we face forward,

unmoving. Perpendicular

vision beams. Step aside,

a glide this way

to return the weave,

the passing through

and over, repeating

what there is

to accomplish. 

I made a jacket the way

I want it to be. 

It fits.

M. Flannery

December 2026

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