Clipped Wings

It’s Prosery Monday at dVerse Poetry Pub. Today Merril challenges us to write a prose piece of no more than 144 words including the following quote: “I am bombarded yet I stand.”From Adrienne Rich, “Planetarium” My piece is titled “Clipped Wings”. Your ceramic bird fell and shattered like our dreams of a long, shared life. … More Clipped Wings

Daisy Chains

bathed in showers of sunlightpetals wave to me in silken exclamation pointssweetly pliantI bend and weave them together into a long line of hugsearth and sun warmedaround my necka feathery amulet against the world A little poem for the dVerse Poets Pub writing prompt to write a poem using only concrete nouns, subject matter, and … More Daisy Chains

Favorite Creative Nonfiction: 3rd Quarter 2021

Life is amazing even when it’s not. Even when it’s another ordinary day filled with ordinary chores and responsibilities. Because….because….one small, seemingly insignificant thing can happen to turn it all upside down. These six stories, all set within ordinary days, have a thing that turned them upside down and made them amazing reading for us. … More Favorite Creative Nonfiction: 3rd Quarter 2021

A Well-Rounded Life

We all know that education is by no means a mere matter of books and that aesthetic environment contributes as much to mental growth as facts assimilated from a printed page. No life is well-rounded without the subtle inspiration of beauty. —- Beatrix Ferrand Who is Beatrix Ferrand? I found out recently while scrolling through … More A Well-Rounded Life

On 13 Days of Rain

On 13 Days of Rain Hush now, dog! There’s nuthin’ on the front  porch but an empty chair rockin’ in the rain spatter drippin’ off the roof. Thunder’s rappin’ an a-rollin’ and lightnin’s doin’ the stanky leg ‘cross the sky – yeah, it’s loud enough to wake the dead but they best stay sleepin’ lest … More On 13 Days of Rain

Waiting for Mother

black hair wafting like mist  smelling of peaches and lust and drunken pink play she pole vaults over the sun dreams fluffing in her eyes fingers trailing whispery puffs Goddess, music, shadow I pant like a dog for her water I love this painting seen on the Women’s Art Twitter this morning. Thought I’d use … More Waiting for Mother

Kingdoms

“Thus the world grows rich, grows wild, and you too, grow rich, grow sweetly wild, as you too were born to be.” —- from “The Other Kingdoms” by Mary Oliver