Morning Meditation 5.22.13: Flower and Water
The early morning humidity feels voluptuous on my skin. I’m drunk with the scent of Magnolia and sea water. Continue reading Morning Meditation 5.22.13: Flower and Water
Wordless Wednesday
Morning Meditation 5.19.14: Bananas
Banana trees are contrary, popping up willy-nilly wherever they wish. I’m also contrary, snipping them back to the ground with my sharp trusty clippers. This is my garden. I will decide who goes where. Continue reading Morning Meditation 5.19.14: Bananas
One May Morning
The wail of ship’s horns cleave the morning air evoking ghosts of freckle-faced boys bobbing on rafts while their mamma’s float magnolia blossoms in bowls of cerulean blue. Visions of another time, yet not. Continue reading One May Morning
Glass Woman Prize: Supporting Women’s Writing
Well, National Poetry Month is over and I’m pleased with myself for writing as much poetry as I did. I posted new poems 22 out of 30 days which is the best I’ve done for NaPoWriMo, ever. Last year I didn’t even attempt it so I feel good about this year’s effort. Not that I think all the poems were good ones, but the exercise made me stretch, made me write when I didn’t feel inspired on my own, made me think hard. I had to look for something to inspire, something I don’t do on a regular basis. The … Continue reading Glass Woman Prize: Supporting Women’s Writing
Morning Meditation 5.9.14 – Nebulous
The morning is heavy. It waits with stilled breath for shoving or parting, for breaking out or lying in. A lone woodpecker hammers diligently. Continue reading Morning Meditation 5.9.14 – Nebulous
Morning Meditation 5.7.14 – The Gulf
The morning air is moist and expectant and smells like frothy white waves pushing sand between bare toes. when I close my eyes I feel the briny breeze, the familiar cries of gulls floating between here and there. Continue reading Morning Meditation 5.7.14 – The Gulf
Morning Meditation 5.6.14 – Squirrels
A flash of brown and red scrambles up a spire of green, holds on tight at the top like a desperate man on the ledge of a burning building. Squirrels in the bamboo. Continue reading Morning Meditation 5.6.14 – Squirrels
Morning Meditation 5.5.14 – Constellations
Ferns glow in the morning sun like constellations in the night sky. Rustling palm fronds reveal O.J. the cat peering down from his tropical perch, on the hunt for careless birds seeking breakfast. Continue reading Morning Meditation 5.5.14 – Constellations
