Moms. I don’t know about sons and mothers but I can tell you a bit about daughters and mothers. I can tell you it’s rarely an uncomplicated relationship. We love our moms in most cases but we don’t understand her. … Continue reading Favorite Creative Nonfiction: 2nd Quarter 2021
darkness of eyes, darkness of cloudsflowing off the Gulf,lamps will not light this place as cerulean yields to burgundyas night folds us into velvet,when we sleepyou sometimes hold my hand —— from “When You Sleep Without Pain” by Peach Delphine … Continue reading Fold us into Velvet
“I’m an optimist, but a melancholy one—the sort who doesn’t believe that everything is great, but knows it isn’t and believes that it’ll be okay anyway. Maybe a better word for that is faith.” — Cheryl Strayed Continue reading Faith
“Beauty was all around them. Unsuspected tintings glimmered in the dark demesnes of the woods and glowed in their alluring by-ways. The spring sunshine sifted through the young green leaves. Gay trills of song were everywhere. There were little hollows … Continue reading Oak Tree and Fern
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
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
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
Neither Fully Land or Fully Sea Shell-inlaid shrines Rich wetlands gone polluted, paved Sneakers and iPhones walk surreal and dangerous Wave buffeted plastic eat the beach Picture a shuttered ecosystem A catalog of loss Shells growing scarcer the sacred buried the beloved plumbed * This poem is an erasure poem but my printer is acting up so I’m unable to post the actual pages. The source is an online article in Hakai Magazine titled “The Symbolic Seashell” by Krista Langlois, pages 11-13. The title also comes from the text. I highly recommend reading it for a fascinating look at the … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 15
Palm tree trembles and sways beats wild music near my window while I clutch my quilt to my chin * I didn’t follow a prompt today because I’ve been busy with other things. We had storms last night into the early morning. I was awakened at 5:30 by a very high wind that was thrashing the palm tree outside my window. Hence, my haiku-like verse today. The two palms in the photo were blowing on this day, too, but not like the one outside my bedroom window. Happy Saturday, all! Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 10
Polychrome I want to snuggle into your skin, see through your eyes, tilt your nose up to the sky & take a deep drought of your breath. Is your brain messaged by Octopus tentacles, millions of suction cups kissing your cerebellum? Is your understanding prickled by the toes of earth’s creatures? Is your empathy colored with chlorophyll and seed? We are sea and forest sky and flesh, we see differently, together a world made for all. * Photo by Masaaki Komori on Unsplash Prompt via Napowrimo.net Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 1
