we decided after leaving the city to take a nature walk. Mr. Google said there was a trail nearby on Irrigation Road, we followed directions, ended up at a grey concrete building with a dead cactus in front. False … Continue reading Mr. Google has no sense of direction
Smothered rain is falling hemoglobin levels, air bleached, anemic – indrawn breathe incapable of expansion. oxygen trickles, slogs through swollen passages, struggles for space. world presses heavy, an anvil slowly cracking ribs. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Smothered
“I think dogs are the most amazing creatures; they give unconditional love. For me, they are the role model for being alive.” —Gilda Radner It’s been a cold few days and nights in New Orleans. Temps have dropped as low … Continue reading Photo Friday: Sammy soaks up some D
“You are always someones favorite unfolding story” ― Ann Patchett Continue reading Photo Friday: An Unfolding Story
I’m very pleased to have two poems, “Dirt Cheap Queen” and “Don’t Carry the World”, in the new issue of Muddy River Poetry Review. Big thanks to Zvi A. Sesling for giving these works a home. It’s a beautiful issue with lots of great poetry so I urge you to click over and read. Continue reading Two Poems in Muddy River Poetry Review
“One who knows the Mississippi will promptly aver—not aloud, but to himself—that ten thousand River Commissions, with the mines of the world at their back, cannot tame that lawless stream, cannot curb it or confine it, cannot say to it, Go here, or Go there, and make it obey; cannot save a shore which it has sentenced; cannot bar its path with an obstruction which it will not tear down, dance over, and laugh at.” ― Mark Twain, Life on the Mississippi Continue reading Photo Friday: Life on the River
Chimera (A Wild and Unrealistic Dream or Notion) All I want on a Sunday morning is to luxuriate in my laziness. I want to watch old movies with the volume turned up loud, the newspaper crackling as I shift my supine body on the couch, the words of duplicitous politicians and photos of narcissistic socialites mashed under my ass. I want to gaze out my window where heat rises on the street like steam from a gumbo pot while I lie, cool as a nectar cream snowball, in my Maggie The Cat slip, painting my toenails a color called Bad … Continue reading Chimera
Tropical Wave Late summer. Still, stagnant, a pond surface slick with algae. Hot air, stale breath. Down in the depths something stirs from sleep. Lethargy levitates, collides with wind. A vortex is spawned, wilder than a drunken dragon. *** Prompt via napowrimo.net: This is a catch-up post from the prompt for 4/12/17: Write a poem that explicitly incorporates alliteration and assonance. Continue reading Napowrimo: Tropical Wave
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
So I wanted to photograph Rose in front of my gloriously blooming amaryllis but she would have none of it. She doesn’t like posing, point a camera at her and she lowers her head or turns her back. She’s too smarty-pants for her own good. Continue reading Friday Pet Blogging: “I will do what I want!”
