The Poet is Highjacked from National Poetry Month

  It’s your fault, New York. You grabbed me by the heart and shook out all the doubts, all the fears, all the hurts and disappointments. You ran your fingers around my brain, pulled out all the murky stuff and replaced it with the brightness of yellow taxis streaking down the avenues, the open-faced grins of locals walking dogs, the clinking glasses and laughter of after-work drinks, children running through spring kissed grass in Central Park. You, New York, you are the reason I forgot about National Poetry Month and didn’t write a single poem for nine days because you … Continue reading The Poet is Highjacked from National Poetry Month

Bar Girl

She is a moon-faced daughter in a gravel-pit bar crowd open to God for a second chance or a bed of coals. She is a stand-in, pleading fire for a loud so furious, so crashing, lightning balls jump right up to show you how it’s done. ***** Writing prompt courtesy of Collier Nogues via Found Poetry Review for National Poetry Month. My sources were one of my favorite poems, “Pearl”, by Dorianne Laux and a magazine advertisement for Otezla. Continue reading Bar Girl

Inspiration Monday: Tupac Shakur

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature’s law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet. Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared. ― Tupac Shakur, The Rose That Grew from Concrete Continue reading Inspiration Monday: Tupac Shakur

Reading, Writing, and Publications

It’s Sunday, a day I often catch up with my online reading. I like to check in with writer’s blogs and lit zines, following their links which often take me to new and exciting places. Today I followed a link about The Daily Poet, a book of writing prompts, from a Pinterest pin that took me to Kelli Russell Agodon’s website. Turns out, she’s one half of the team who founded Two Sylvias Press with which I was already familiar. So I read about her book plus some of her other posts and enjoyed it. The book looks good and who couldn’t use a … Continue reading Reading, Writing, and Publications

Inspiration Monday: Marty McConnell

  Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. you lucky, lucky girl. you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. you had to have him. and you did. and … Continue reading Inspiration Monday: Marty McConnell

Receding Matter

  Grey day, indistinct edges fade into tendrils of forgotten thoughts. The birth caul over baby’s face, the thud of dirt on crone’s coffin, everything in between so much receding matter. Ancient burial grounds fester beneath glass and concrete as the living replace the dead, decade upon decade. Water drips, minutes absorbed into earth. The juju beads hold no sway here. **** I don’t know why I write more on gloomy days. Continue reading Receding Matter

Poems Here, There, Everywhere

I have a poem in the new issue of Right Hand Pointing titled “Missing”. It was inspired  by the image above which I stumbled onto one day on the internet. Do you ever feel that way? Huge thanks to the editors for accepting this poem. I really like this zine because they focus on short poetry and flash fiction, both of which are my favorite styles for reading and writing. Do give them a visit. I also have three poems in The Miscreant and more huge thanks to Amanda Harris, the editor there. I like the slant toward darker writing you … Continue reading Poems Here, There, Everywhere

Seven Days of Rememberance: Day 1

Photo by Infrogmation In rememberance of lives lost and lives forever changed due to the Federal levee breach in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina in 2005. I’ll be posting poems and short essays I’ve written over the past 10 years through August 29. Never forget. ***** Disparity In that house red beans & rice cooked every Monday for four generations until the water washed it away. It floated down Forgotten Street, clapboards splintering like frail old bones in the jaws of the beast. The land where it stood’s going on five years empty now, sacred ground bleached with the salt … Continue reading Seven Days of Rememberance: Day 1