Tag: New Orleans
A Friend & A Poem
Poetry lovers, you’re in luck today. Super talented poet and friend, Matt Dennison, recently collaborated with the super talented videographer Marc Neys (aka “Swoon”) on a video-poem of his poem Centered. Matt has been a great supporter of my own poetry, working with me and sharing his expertise and opinions freely. I like how honest he is in his opinions and I know I can trust what he tells me, good or bad. Unfortunately, his work isn’t found online often because he publishes mostly in print journals. Lots and lots of print journals. Today I’m sharing his new video-poem below. Enjoy! … Continue reading A Friend & A Poem
Wordless Wednesday: Patina
Wordless Wednesday
Morning Meditation 12/19/14
Missing This damp and sunless day I think of you and my hand in your pocket, leaves falling like golden tears. Continue reading Morning Meditation 12/19/14
Morning Meditation 12/12/14
Walk as if you are kissing the earth with your feet. — Nhat Thich Hahn Continue reading Morning Meditation 12/12/14
Morning Meditation 12/2/14
The damp air clings to my skin while I watch little birds chirp and flutter, snacking at the feeder. Sunlight burns off the fog and the dampness disappears into clear blue autumn skies. Continue reading Morning Meditation 12/2/14
Clearly Clouded
A conflicted alchemy, fragments of instinct was all they had, in hindsight. A delineation painstakingly constructed, an impulsive quickness, a capricious clarity. A story oddly radiant. Continue reading Clearly Clouded
Morning Meditation 8/10/14
Cool-ish is good enough in the dog days of August at 8:30 in the morning as I hose off the bamboo littered patio, anticipating my first sip of dark French roast and the pop of a fresh Georgia peach in my mouth. Dear Sunday morning, what is it about you that always starts out so hopeful? Continue reading Morning Meditation 8/10/14
Rise
Water, condensed on the windows Like all the hopes in your gut that Never were released. Outside people Walk through the oppressiveness Intent on the busyness of their lives. A small flame flickers waiting To burn off the sludge. Continue reading Rise
