Green eyes in black fur peer down from the porch roof, a good place to doze in the gentle breeze and the lullaby of the burbling fountain. Continue reading Morning Meditation 9.29.15: Cat on a Cool Wooden Roof
Two cloud-white buds have appeared on the ginger, tiny fingers pointing to the sky. The butterfly blossoms emerge slowly, a twin to the pungent flavor of the roots that melt over the tongue. ***** Read more Morning Meditations here. Continue reading Morning Meditation 9.25.15: Ginger
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
Photo via NASA Earth Observatory In remembrance 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. ***** August 2005 Bloated river, threatening levee. A fifth of gin for a genie appearance. The bottle answered, floating, rolling out like a funeral. That’s the best you can hope for. The sky broke down, finally. Wailed hard and sweltering. 2015 Continue reading Seven Days of Rememberance: Day 7
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. ***** Washed Away Every time I smell that scent it brings back those long summer days – and the winter ones too – when we all sat outside together smoking and talking, laughing at your stories, you were always the funny one quick with a joke and a smile, the glint of devilment in your soft brown eyes, … Continue reading Seven Days of Rememberance: Day 6
Photo by Geovanni Velasquez for NOLAFemmes 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. Sorrows and Secrets The sky hangs low bloated with water waiting to fall. It hovers like ambiguity. The river parts it’s waves as crow’s wings part the air, accepting sorrows and secrets nestled sweetly in its belly, lifted from the shoulders of the disheartened who spill uncertainty into her accepting oblivion. Gulls glide … Continue reading Seven Days of Rememberance: Day 4
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. Birdless We watched for the return of the birds. The air around the house was silent and devoid of flutterings, a vacuum of tweets and whistles. What stragglingh flowers were left went hummingbirdless while twigs and string were just twigs and string with no hope of sheltering featherless offspring. It was strangely quiet, as though … Continue reading Seven Days of Rememberance: Day 2
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
It’s August. A month of heat, humidity, and irritable moodiness in the South. On top of that, the 10th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina is coming up and it’s all over the news, all over social media and just everywhere I turn. I am not looking forward to next week. I lived through it and I don’t want to relive it, thank you. I’ll leave it to the politicians and philosophers to “celebrate” how far we’ve come but I’ll be keeping my head down and looking forward to September. Here’s a little list of what I’ve been reading lately: Aubrey Hirsch humorously muses about … Continue reading Hot Reads 8.22.15
Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me…. Anything can happen, child. Anything can be. –Shel Silverstein Continue reading Inspiration Monday: Shel Silverstein
