NaPoWriMo 5/30: Country

Country Early summer is a curious child rubbing supple green leaves between her fingers, deeply inhaling spice from a rose, staring dead-on into a dragonfly’s eyes. Early summer is anticipation, rolling in soft pasture grass, purpling fingers with muscadine juice, searching the woods for a maypop vine. Early summer lives in my chest, spreads to my fingertips, ends up on this page. *** Prompt via NaPoWriMo.net: “Write a poem that is based in the natural world.” Continue reading NaPoWriMo 5/30: Country

NaPoWriMo 2/30: Blueberry Scones

Todays prompt on napowrimo.net is to write a poem inspired by, or in the form of, a recipe. I’ve been on a quest for quite a while for the perfect blueberry scone recipe. My local coffee shop has the best I’ve ever tasted and I’m determined to make a scone that compares. So far, I think I’ve tried three different recipes with the last one from NYT Food being the closest. So, here’s my little poem about the blueberry scone. (Again, rough draft.) Blueberry Scones I introduced you to blueberry scones, the taste of sunny butter with a pop of … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2/30: Blueberry Scones

NaPoWriMo 1/30: Air

Instead of using the prompt from namowrimo.net today, I ended up writing what I thought would be a poem about nature. Actually, it is about nature, but the human kind. I don’t generally write protest poetry – and many will say this is not but I prefer subtlety over lambast. Anyway. Here it is via a photo of my notebook. (This is a very rough draft.) Continue reading NaPoWriMo 1/30: Air

Writing With Poet Fida Islaih

On Wednesdays at 6:00 pm Poet Fida Islaih facilitates a chat for poets called #PoetteerChat on Twitter. I’ve been participating for a couple of months and have enjoyed chatting and getting to know other poets. Two weeks ago Fida had poet Nicole Gilotta, author of Eat This Poem, as a guest on the chat. (Transcript here.) I thoroughly enjoyed hearing about her book and the inspiration for writing it, so much so that I invited the other participants to join me in writing a collaborative poem about food. I’d always wanted to do a collaborative poem and the subject piqued … Continue reading Writing With Poet Fida Islaih

Tiny Miracle

Tiny Miracle You named her Sarah. She lived in the window of my teen-aged bedroom in a macrame hanger I made myself. She was so exotic, so otherworldly, so stunning in the Mississippi sunlight. In my twenties, she made the trip to New Orleans in the back of my orange Datsun, carefully cushioned for minimum damage, where she lived for many more years on the back patio until the many deluges and unrelenting humidity finally did her in. That, and my benign neglect. I’ve missed her all these years but I couldn’t buy another Sarah. It wouldn’t be the same. … Continue reading Tiny Miracle

Brain Dump

I began working on a CNF piece a few months ago based on an interaction I had with a woman in the jury lounge when I was called up for Federal jury duty. The first three paragraphs flowed out easily. The next couple came weeks later. Now I can’t stand the thought of going back to work on it at all. There are memories of the aftermath of Katrina interspersed and I just don’t want to think about it. It’s Spring, new beginnings, a time of optimism. The thought of revisiting that time is just abhorrent. Hopefully, this is just … Continue reading Brain Dump