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

RIP Laura Bergerol

It’s with shocked sadness that I found out that friend and former NOLAfemmes contributor Laura Bergerol has passed away. NOLAfemmes was a group blog I created in 2009 that focused on New Orleans culture and politics. It closed in 2015. Laura was a kind and compassionate woman, a dedicated advocate for animals who came to … More RIP Laura Bergerol

Fold us into Velvet

darkness of eyes, darkness of cloudsflowing off the Gulf,lamps will not light this place as cerulean yields to burgundyas night folds us into velvet,when we sleepyou sometimes hold my hand —— from “When You Sleep Without Pain” by Peach Delphine in Feral Poetry

NaPoWriMo Day 24

Salt Cellar Knee socks and folded paper a playground at recess a circle, a caucus, a coven magic fingers and bated breath favorite numbers whispered, counted secret messages released in the air fly off to the future, wait for us a circle, a caucus, a coven * Prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow Art by Kerfe … More NaPoWriMo Day 24

NaPoWriMo Day 19

Cemetery Garden: A Cento In every room of my home, the candles had been pinched dark,(1) my mind spends much of its time reliving finished conversations. (2) I think perhaps an apple is the universe and your body is an orchard full of trees, (3) the bitter taste of half a life. What if you … More NaPoWriMo Day 19

Napowrimo Day 17

When the moon hits your eye you grab my arm to hold me still, saying I Won’t let you go —- and I turn faster than a deer out-running a bullet, grab your shirt under your chin, thrust my face into yours, say Oh, yeah? Then moonlight fell on us like holy raiments and I … More Napowrimo Day 17

NaPoWriMo Day 12

Froth & Feathers Remember how the mist fell, a veil floating from the sky’s crown, the sea reaching up, up, up – a meeting of waters? You said There is no horizon, no distance, only the here and now. And it was true, the sea and the air mingling, salt and oxygen drifting into our … More NaPoWriMo Day 12