Category: My Poetry

Morning Meditation, My Poetry, New Orleans4 Comments

Morning Meditation: Moments

Charlotte Hamrick

Where do those moments go, the ones where you feel perfectly content, like your place in the world is perfect and guaranteed and you are where you’re meant to be? They appear so unexpectedly: looking out the window at the kitchen sink as you pour your second cup of coffee, beneath the old magnolia with your hands in the dirt, on the ferry landing at the clang of the streetcar and the river breeze in your face. The sun shines on your head and you feel it’s soothing warmth traveling to the ends of every nerve in your body, a … Continue reading Morning Meditation: Moments

My Poetry, Poetry2 Comments

Live Luscious

Charlotte Hamrick

I always chop the olives by hand. I like a rough chop that says someone still cares about the preparation of food instead of settling for little identically square bits popped out by a steel thing attached to a cord that gives it life. The knife and I give new life to these olives; messy, uneven life such as it is. The earthy texture of the black and the pungency of the green will soon mix with onion, pimento and the special piquant of a home-canned Gardiniera. Aaron Neville croons “Tell It Like It Is” in my ear as I … Continue reading Live Luscious

Haiku, NaPoWriMo 2011, New Orleans8 Comments

NaPoWriMo Day 11- Napoleon Ave

Zouxzoux

Napoleon Ave Gargoyle perched above Sending his silent message Find your happy place ______________________________ For about 8 years I was actively under the care of a doctor. I went to his office on Napoleon Ave weekly, sometimes several times a week. After examination or the latest procedure I would wait in his office for him and the revised treatment plan. He had a gargoyle perched on top of a tall bookshelf and I would silently talk to it while I waited. He was a good listener. After the storm (Hurricane Katrina) the doc moved to an office further way (his … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 11- Napoleon Ave