I learned to make Chile Rellenos ten years after my first bite, its luscious light as air golden goddess melting on my tongue, the firm fleshy Poblano submitting to my relentless bite, the sharp cheesy lava rolling through the cavern of my mouth, taste buds convulsing in ecstasy. I had never tasted anything so delicious, … More I Will Never Forget Hobbs, New Mexico 1975
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
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
Holding On If only we could all be like the children we once were before we were pushed into a harsh reality by selfish adults. Our laughter and openness smothered by discipline, verbal hands covering our mouths. We gathered our moments gratefully — bits of starlight, deep woods quiet, wild violets and jonquils in Spring. … More NaPoWriMo Day 31: Bonus
As I Sit in SpringSunday, mid-morningand finally it’s not rainingthe wind is silent but for occasional sighsand flutters throughcurtains of greenApril is stretchingand so am I Both of us pushingthe grey awayletting lightwarm our days Prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow Art by Kerfe Roig
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
Patience Fallow days find me watching Monty Don, his busy hands digging, pulling, planting – and dreams of zucchini (corgettes!),squash, and chili’s dance in my head. Every vegetable and flower that might grow in my hot, humid climate gets a notation in my notebook while I find myself thinking in British-eze. But in my life … More NaPoWriMo Day 22
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
Simple Things Give Me Pause When the milk curdles in my coffee I make tea instead. It’s warm amber slips down my throat like mamma tucking in my sleeping body. Pink and blue china flowers fit perfectly in my palm, dance ring-around-the-rosy in my memory of forgotten voices heard only in dreams, blurry faces tied … More NaPoWriMo Day 18
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
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