Red Roofs All the red roofs beckon Below me making false Promises of security and comfort. What do they know of comfort, Bound to the earth by mortar and brick. What do they know of security, Unable to weave … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2020 / Day 4
I’ve been enjoying the Thursday Doors photo challenge for several years via Manja, my online friend. Manja is a wonderful photographer based in Italy by way of Slovenia and her posts are so interesting. In addition to photos, she writes … Continue reading Thursday Doors
I’m excited to have three poems and three photographs in the new issue of Mojave Heart Review. The photos are of street art by Swoon (Caledonia Curry)that she installed here in New Orleans several years ago. I was inspired recently to write the poetry and put together the project after reading this interview. I’ve followed and admired Swoon’s art since seeing this street art and her Thalassa exhibit at New Orleans Museum of Art in 2011. Mojave Heart has done a beautiful presentation of the project with each poem and accompanying photo on its own page. I hope you’ll click over … Continue reading 3 Poems/Photos in Mojave Heart Review
“As they passed the rows of houses they saw through the open doors that men were sweeping and dusting and washing dishes, while the women sat around in groups, gossiping and laughing. What has happened?’ the Scarecrow asked a … Continue reading Cast Iron
Eyelids bluish-pink, delicate as angels lips, protect eyes weary of seeing too many broken things *** Art via Dailyart.com: Young Woman Sleeping, Rembrandt van Rij Continue reading When it’s too much
Darkness is swallowed – I lay my hand lightly, shadows flicker on his face, eyelashes splayed on his cheeks. Quietly, confusion rises milky as an autumn moon. Plain-spoken without a filter – Regret, ill-spent time, missed opportunity – Kindness is … Continue reading Bursting Ice
A Basket of Implorables In a land not so far away, discontent boiled like oil waiting for a witch. Two would-be leaders vowed in different ways to bring stability to the land – one spoke bluntly with incendiary rage, the other spoke in whispers behind his hand – but the more they spoke, the wilder the crowd became, filling the streets with stomping feet and pitchforks. Louder they screamed, larger they grew but among the mobs were three small voices named Tolerance, Empathy, and Humility who nipped at their heels and tugged at their coattails. Finding the three irrelevant, they … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 24/30: A Basket of Implorables
Hope Redux Light shakes its starry head, turns to the angel’s eye. Many live in the motion that has just been born. The singular in ourselves refutes death, invents all we know of one another. *** This is a found poem created from the poem “Hope” by Lisel Mueller which I heard recently on The Writers Almanac. Continue reading Napowrimo 10/30: Hope Redux
