NaPoWriMo Day 19

Cemetery Garden: A Cento In every room of my home, the candles had been pinched dark,(1) my mind spends much of its time reliving finished conversations. (2) I think perhaps an apple is the universe and your body is an orchard full of trees, (3) the bitter taste of half a life. What if you weren’t afraid? (4) Which shadow glittered, which shadow dimmed? I learned not to regret. (5) You strangle on the sweet air, leave little ghosts of scent behind you. You will lean to the earth alone. (6) ***** Sources: (Numbered after the line quoted) (1) Mary … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 19

NaPoWriMo Day 18

Simple Things Give Me Pause When the milk curdles in my coffee I make tea instead. It’s warm amber slips down my throat like mamma tucking in my sleeping body. Pink and blue china flowers fit perfectly in my palm, dance ring-around-the-rosy in my memory of forgotten voices heard only in dreams, blurry faces tied to paper and glue. For now, only cookies are missing in my reminiscent tableau. In my pantry flour, sugar, pecans wait in vain for absent hands. * Prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow Art by Kerfe Roig Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 18

Napowrimo Day 17

When the moon hits your eye you grab my arm to hold me still, saying I Won’t let you go —- and I turn faster than a deer out-running a bullet, grab your shirt under your chin, thrust my face into yours, say Oh, yeah? Then moonlight fell on us like holy raiments and I don’t know how it’s possible but it happened, we electric like a thunderstorm turned human one minute then bathed in milky luminous lust the next, the anger draining down our bodies soaking floorboards leaving ghostly footprints of rising steam that dissipate in the moonlight as … Continue reading Napowrimo Day 17

NaPoWriMo Day 12

Froth & Feathers Remember how the mist fell, a veil floating from the sky’s crown, the sea reaching up, up, up – a meeting of waters? You said There is no horizon, no distance, only the here and now. And it was true, the sea and the air mingling, salt and oxygen drifting into our faces as we watched under our tent, the canvas billowing like lungs after a hard run. A deserted beach save for scuttling hermit crabs, frothy waves fingering the shoreline, and mournful echoes of sea birds, ghostly bits of ectoplasm winging by. Time stood still for … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 12

NaPoWriMo Day 6

Down the Road She sits on the pier, bare toes dangling just below the water’s surface, denim fringe like blue anemones circling her thighs where his gaze rests. She is a lonely fourteen. He is a handsome twenty-one. A sudden summer breeze blows her blonde hair into a halo around her head, thunderclouds gather on the horizon like a premonition. He captures a tendril between his fingers, soft and yielding. Smiles. In one graceful movement she rises, walks away trailing a scent of Love’s Baby Soft – all he’ll ever have of her. * Prompt via Napowrimo.net : “Go to … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 6

Twin Pies Lit + Fevers of the Mind

It’s been Lucky February for me! I am so grateful to Twin Pies Literary and Fevers of the Mind Poetry Blog for selecting my work for their fine publications. My Flash Fiction piece, “Four Levels of Infatuation“, is in Twin Pies new issue. Thank you, Jessica Evans and D.T. Robbins! My two poems, “Shelter in Place” and “Swaddling the Beast, are currently featured on Fevers of the Mind. Many thanks to David L O’Nan! * This weekend should have been the big parade weekend before Fat Tuesday but, alas, the pandemic has cancelled Mardi Gras, as we’ve always known it. … Continue reading Twin Pies Lit + Fevers of the Mind

Poetry That Will Drop Your Mouth Open

I often turn to poetry when I’m feeling restless. There’s something about the rhythm and flow that seems to calm me, even if the subject isn’t calming. In that way, it’s a lot like music. The images of a poem mimic the melody of a musical piece, bits flowing in our heads just when we need it most. The poems I highlight here all have memorable phrases and images. They each tell a powerful story in their own unique voice. Enjoy! * Ashley M. Jones in River Mouth Review – Love Letter: Heaven is a Black Woman’s Smile We all … Continue reading Poetry That Will Drop Your Mouth Open

A Day In the Life of a Sick Woman

A cat in heat has been caterwauling non-stop for at least a week & fire trucks are wailing & road rage-crazed drivers are honking & buses are vroom-vrooming & kids are playing basketball in the parking lot behind the house, the ball thump-thump-thumping on the pavement making the dogs bark & the drive-up kid at McD’s is talking into the mic so loud I can hear each & every Yat-infused syllable she speaks to each & every fast food starved patron who drives up & lord have mercy I’m sick & tired of being sick & tired & can someone … Continue reading A Day In the Life of a Sick Woman