Unseeable, Unheard Under the bridge river water swallows soil slowly relentlessly dispassionate steel sucks whispers and murmurs voices lost in the lapping of things not forgotten people come and go come and go release their heartbroken runes in the earth stroke sorrowful-eyed faces graffitied on concrete crouch low, be invisible let it all go * … More NaPoWriMo Day 4
I often turn to poetry when I’m feeling restless. There’s something about the rhythm and flow that seems to calm me, even if the subject isn’t calming. In that way, it’s a lot like music. The images of a poem mimic the melody of a musical piece, bits flowing in our heads just when we … More Poetry That Will Drop Your Mouth Open
I’m very happy to share that my poem “What’s Fixed” is online today in the wonderful journal Writing in a Woman’s Voice. Much thanks to Beate Sigriddaughter for accepting this piece. Two others will be on site on December 16 & 17.
Roots and Rituals when you say, Give me silence, purify my sour heart – I prepare yellow gills of liminal poison brush damp earth from caps scented of hoar and musk, slice then grind under mortar and … More Roots and Rituals
Healing that Surrounds Remember mornings moist Blushing velvet ghosts You(r) porcelain laugh You(r) delicious caramel cake voice Flying ferociously through smoke and glass Dazzling this vast wild universe Breathing life into the stars * I visited The Oracle this morning to gain a little inspiration. I think she obliged quite well except for not providing … More Magnetic Poetry: “Healing that Surrounds”
We are a fire of unfamiliarity jumping into the night, an abandonment of reason, a run through what-ifs oranges seared in retinas yellows molted on tongues a language to be discovered on our journey through hard times or joyful bursting hearts instinctual and primal because we are atoms and molecules and the stuff that makes … More On Fire & Life
Sprinkle immune support powder on the cats’ food cheese on the dogs’ food sunflower seeds beneath the squirrel’s perch nutrients on roses water on zinnias pebbles around the succulents wonder in your eyes music in your ears earth beneath your fingers
Moisture is clinging to everything – on the undersides of flower petals it glistens like starlight, on the edges of the awning where it drops on my head just as I step out from under, on the slick black back of my cat slinking through the bushes hunting lizards. But I am dry, dry, dry … More Dry Spell
Wake up each morning with a grateful heart because what else can we do? Our path is short, stones poke and roll under our feet, we stumble. But nine times out of ten, we catch ourselves, look up, bathe our faces in sunlight.
Snow Flurries in New Orleans Snow fell on a late Wednesday morning As I sat at my desk on State Street, which wasn’t in a cubicle But might as well have been. I called my best friend who worked across The building, conspired with him for a clandestine Meeting by the elevator. Down to the … More NaPoWriMo 2020 / Day 2