And their voices rose pushing foggy ignorance into the atmosphere toward the stratosphere away past the stars the planets around white dwarfs through galaxies into the biggest blackest hole in the memory of everything that ever was or will be. That is the power of community. *** Written from the dVerse prompt “signs”. Continue reading Power
“When you’re standing at the cross roads, And don’t know which path to choose, Let me come along, ’cause even if you’re wrong I’ll stand by you” ~ The Pretenders *** Magnolia photo by me. Continue reading Inspiration Interlude: The Pretenders
One night in April I stumbled on the livestream of a poetry reading program on Twitter, put together by Maria Popova, named The Universe in Verse. For over an hour and a half I listened in wonderment to a clatch of beautiful poetry read by some wonderful writers. Now the program is available as a video which I’ve posted here along with the playlist. I loved the whole thing but especially the readings by Diane Ackerman and Tracy K Smith. I hope you’ll find some time to listen to at least some of the readings. It will inspire you, I … Continue reading Poetry Wonderment
Found poem source: Gilbert, Elizabeth, Big Magic , Page 76 Continue reading Dazzled
You sat at the back of the room like a glacier, non-moving, non-blinking, arms crossed over your chest. I chattered on, ignoring you but sneaking a side-eye now and then. Thousands of days have passed, this thing moved way past estrangement into forever-gone land long ago. But you reappeared, hovering like fog over shifting ground until you finally walked over, handed me a letter,disappeared again. Fog. The first sentence read, I was sober for 9 years, 8 months. Now I’m not. I don’t know what to do with this, this unsettling psychic information. That’s the thing about dreams, where does … Continue reading 9 Years 8 Months
“we are listening through the longest night we imagine, which dawns between the life and time of stars.” ~ exerpt from We Are Listening by Diane Ackerman Read or listen to this beautiful poem here. Sculpture by Enrique Alferez in the New Orleans Botanical Garden, April 2017 Continue reading Listening
and it never will be. That’s something people tell themselves to feel better about the crappy things they’ve done in life. The repeated mistakes, the thoughtless remarks, the pillage wreaked in another persons life. We say, “that’s in the past, I’ve changed”. But here’s the thing. The slate should never be cleaned because we need to own our mistakes. They’re what makes us human, what makes us grow. Our chalked-marked slates are part of us, our past make us who we are today. So throw away that eraser. Continue reading Your Slate is not Clean
I currently have four poems up at Atomic Theory Micro Press. Atomic Theory is the brainchild of Loren Moreno andd Nicole Cuffy who want to create a venue for emerging or unpublished writers, specializing in hand-crafted chapbooks. In addition to publishing chapbooks they will also publish poems and short prose on the site. Loren and Nicole have some serious writing cred and I’m confident this new venture will be a success. Big thanks to them both for choosing my work to be a part of their inaugural issue. Go read now! 😄 Continue reading Four Poems in Atomic Theory
My emotions are mixed about Mother’s Day, not being a mother myself doesn’t bother me. I’m used to the automatic happy greeting from store clerks and strangers, I just smile and say thank you. (After all, I am mamma to my pets.) But there are plenty of childless women who feel a knife twist in their wombs when they hear that automatic greeting. Other women bristle at the thought that a mere pet makes one a mamma. On one hand, I think some people take the greeting too seriously but, on the other, I think these women have a right … Continue reading Mother’s Day Coming. Again.
Every morning we’re all still here. Well, most of us. We’ve survived the unknowable night when anything can happen and often does. It used to be monsters in the closet or under the bed, now they’re our bosses, our elected officials, even our neighbors and they prowl the day as well as the night. The news du jour catches us up on the past eight hours, the latest mass killing, the newest snafu in congress, the highest threat to humankind, while a tornado or snowstorm has devastated thousands. But still. We get up and move forward. Eat breakfast with our … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 30/30: Because This is Life
