Category Archives: seasonal

“Driving I-55” from “Frazzle”

One original intention for my book, “Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine: Poems of Grace, Hope, and Healing,” was to be a lifeboat through hard times. I know many people who are struggling right now. With this in mind, I began making videos reading a poem a day, starting at the beginning of the book. This was something I could do to maybe reach out and help someone…including me. (Most of the poems are less than 2 minutes.)

So…for a very different scene from the winter storm passing through the Midwest today, give a listen to Poem 11, “Driving I-55”:

What’s going on with you today?

Listen to more video poems from “Frazzle”

COOL SALE for Read an E-Book Week

Once again is celebrating Read an E-Book Week with an awesome sale! For this week only my books there will be 50% off. Links below. Enter coupon code RAE50 upon checkout. Here is one poem included in both books:


From Mary Jane D. and Stephenie Meyer
For Ira, Bob, Geary and Eric

Something that shatters
pre-existing life structure
stretching out to the foreseeable future.

No restoration
of equilibrium
or the familiar,

the details
don’t matter:
a choice point where

all is divided into
before…and after
and darkness is the dominant color.

The decisive end…of what was,
the promising beginning…of what is:

verdant, vivid vibration,
riot of sensation,
vibrant colors of all description,

almost beyond bearing.

You get to the point
where you say: This
lightening bolt that struck me

was the best thing
that ever happened.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2009

Letting Go and New Beginnings: A Mother’s Poetic Journey
($.99 this week only)

2011 LGNB 95 smaller front coverD ebook for Smashwords










Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine: Poems of Grace, Hope, and Healing
(50% off the usual price of $4.99!)

THROWN AGAIN into the FRAZZLE MACHINE: Poems of Grace, Hope, and Healing

Remember to enter coupon code RAE50 upon checkout. You can also give E-books as gifts. Please share this with your friends. Thank you for your support!

Seasonal Smile: Christmas Cricket


Shell Angel from Barbara– Photo by MDMikus Copyright 2009

In 1996, at this time of year, I had just finished chemotherapy for breast cancer. Surgery was behind me and radiation treatments were ahead. Our small family of four was trying to have a “normal’ Christmas. We put up the tree and decorations, wrapped presents for our two young kids. My husband made the traditional turkey dinner. In the flurry of activity (and some haze of chemo fog on my part) came this poem (based on a true story): To hear me read it    (Track 19 on my CD, Full Blooming)

Christmas Cricket

Just when I thought
nothing could shake me,
a cooked cricket
showed up on our Christmas turkey,

not crispy, but thoroughly well done,
black body sprawled across a browned thigh.

Awakened by the warmth of the oven
from winter hibernation
in a dark, safe place—the roaster,

it began the final journey
in ever increasing heat
and then succumbed,
at least where we could see

before taking a crunchy bite.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 1996

On my CD, Full Blooming
(Listen to poem)

From my book, As Easy as Breathing
(Eric Hoffer Award Honorable mention
in Self-help/ Spiritual)

Joy Angel from Barbara Copyright MDMikus 2009

Joy Angel from Barbara– Photo by MDMikus, Copyright 2009



Treasures from the Past

All my poems are originally handwritten in spiral notebooks. Last week I was looking through old writing notebooks and discovered many of the poems from 2000-2002 were not in the computer, the only place they can be useful. So I have begun, in the midst of all my other plans, to every day enter at least a few. It is like time travel. Entering a life so different from the one I have now, and yet recognizable. More naive in some ways, some of the same truths coming through. My children were teens and now they are grown. I wrote differently then. Most of the poems I will probably not do much more with, just for me to see. But I am compelled to have the complete set. I seems important for some reason to find something or see something for the life I am now leading. Already I have found poems I remembered and had searched for and not found, until now. And today this one, which I like a lot, a buried treasure.


Midnight at High Moon

A thought to go to my window
and watch as I used to.

Two deer came to feed
on seeds knocked down

by careless birds
now laying on the crust.

The deer came dark and slow
against deep white of snow,

the storm from days ago
that melted on top and refroze.

They scooped up the seeds,
and still as marble

watched and waited
for what in the moonlight?

A third form
from the other side of the fence

slowly trod one crunching step
after another.

The two stopped feeding
and went over

and slowly, with no deliberate speed,
with no apparent notice

of bare slender legs and bootless feet,
all three made their way west

toward the forest
and the western end of the fence,

sharp soot silhouettes
blending into charcoal shadow.

And all was bright and still
under the midnight high moon.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2000

Deer in Backyard                        (C) 2012 Margaret Dubay Mikus

Deer in Backyard (C) 2012 Margaret Dubay Mikus

Happy Winter

Flowers from Stella                (C) 2011 Margaret Dubay Mikus

Flowers from Stella (C) 2011 Margaret Dubay Mikus

Happy New Year! Happy Winter! Record lack of snow for Chicago. And very mild temperatures. Also very late for a first snowfall.Coming Soon! My blog will be an integral part of my newly re-designed website. Last days to see the current version of All previous blog posts and comments will be transferred over to the new site. Still working on the final pieces of the new design. I have learned a lot. I am so excited to share the new site with you! Soon…

Here is my final poem of 2012. I have now been walking or biking (inside) 4 to 5 times a week for 5 1/2 weeks. More of my healthy plan to get back some strength and fitness. It has been hard, but feels good too. On my walks poems have been coming to me about the block I walk on. This is the most recent one.


Past Dusk Walk

First Snowfall

on staying upright.

No frozen dog tracks
no shiny new cyclone fence

enclosing a house yet un-built.
No large lit white brick house

impressive with white twinkling lights
two massive paneled white wood doors

with two big plumed wreaths and bows.
Stop to look up at

three honking geese in a line flying east.
No visible sunset turning sky to rose

just gray clouds turning to darker gray
turning to night black.

No blue and green, red and yellow
lights reflecting in the re-freezing snow-melt.

Concentrate on staying upright
walking home on into the night.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2012

Deer in Backyard                        (C) 2012 Margaret Dubay Mikus

Deer in Backyard (C) 2012 Margaret Dubay Mikus