After the Dance
After the Dance I smooth my dress Lathered in a stormy lie Washed in acrylic intent A waning wind tongues withered dreams Runs on fiddled feet Drives a purpled moon in a godless sky Continue reading After the Dance
Category: My Poetry
Crushed
I visited The Oracle this morning and here’s what she said…. Crushed Shine me like waxy whispers through a thousand tiny storms Honey my hair in forest mist rock spray and lazy lake wind Chant diamond-tongued petals sweet in the … Continue reading Crushed
Scarabs Crawl Over Poetry Discourse
The poet’s bright soul is shatteredDarkness shouts through the cracks Scarab enablers crawl – a cracklingof criticism, a skittering of fingertips – Over the poet’s broken shell – poor, poor poet!Her piteous sighs caress the scarabs like bees In smoke … Continue reading Scarabs Crawl Over Poetry Discourse
Poem in Emerge Journal
I’m thrilled to have my poem, “Mint”, in Emerge Literary Journal’s new issue. Thanks to Editors Ariana and Damon for selecting this piece and allowing my work in their pages once again. I’ve been reading the issue this afternoon and … Continue reading Poem in Emerge Journal
3X is a Charm
Recently I had three poems and an interview published in Fevers of the Mind. A few days later, to top it off, FotM nominated my poem “Swaddling the Beast” for the Best of the Net Anthology. I am grateful and … Continue reading 3X is a Charm
NaPoWriMo Day 31: Bonus
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. We held them close, like talismans for the future. We held on until we didn’t have to. * Bonus prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow Art by Kerfe Roig So I missed the last two days of NaPoWriMo. I’m sad but it couldn’t be helped. I … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 31: Bonus
NaPoWriMo Day 27
Pink Moon 5 a.m. & the moon looms large in my pollen-streaked window, tree branches knocking across her surface. It’s been ages since I’ve been awake in this early morning hour, I’ve forgotten how solid the night can be, empty … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 27
NaPoWriMo Day 25
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 Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 25
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 Roig – Kerfe’s image reminded me of the paper game, called Salt Cellar, we used to play in middle school. So, it’s finally happened to me – I’ve lost the option to write in Classic Editor. I suppose I’ll have to hunt down a Block … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 24
NaPoWriMo Day 22
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 patience has been a hooded figure on a path far ahead, no matter how I try I can not walk in step with her. This is not good for an aspiring gardener. Daily, I check the bare dirt for first green shoots, then watch obsessively … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 22
