I found this in an old journal the other day. It’s one of several coloring pages I filled in created by the fabulous Tammy Vitale, a long-time online artist friend. Tammy has been an inspiration to me for years – … Continue reading Celebrating Tammy Vitale
As I was putting this post together it dawned on me that these six pieces are all family stories. Each is poignant, personal, and an example of heart stopping story-telling. Barlow Adams allows us a look into families of circumstance. … Continue reading Favorite Creative Nonfiction: 4th Quarter 2021
It’s Prosery Monday at dVerse Poetry Pub. Today Merril challenges us to write a prose piece of no more than 144 words including the following quote: “I am bombarded yet I stand.”From Adrienne Rich, “Planetarium” My piece is titled “Clipped … Continue reading Clipped Wings
It’s with shocked sadness that I found out that friend and former NOLAfemmes contributor Laura Bergerol has passed away. NOLAfemmes was a group blog I created in 2009 that focused on New Orleans culture and politics. It closed in 2015. … Continue reading RIP Laura Bergerol
darkness of eyes, darkness of cloudsflowing off the Gulf,lamps will not light this place as cerulean yields to burgundyas night folds us into velvet,when we sleepyou sometimes hold my hand —— from “When You Sleep Without Pain” by Peach Delphine … Continue reading Fold us into Velvet
Sharing time with friends and family became a precious commodity during lockdown. I think it’s given us time to think. Is the grudge we hold against old hurts really that important? Does it really matter if Uncle Joe is a … Continue reading Favorite Poetry: 1st Quarter 2021
I am thrilled that my essay, “A Bittersweet Pilgrimage”, about my recently deceased Aunt is online today in the new issue of Love in the Time of Covid Chronicle. As I was writing it I had this wonderful journal in … Continue reading Essay in Love in the Time of Covid
Salt Cellar Knee socks and folded paper a playground at recess a circle, a caucus, a coven magic fingers and bated breath favorite numbers whispered, counted secret messages released in the air fly off to the future, wait for us a circle, a caucus, a coven * Prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow Art by Kerfe Roig – Kerfe’s image reminded me of the paper game, called Salt Cellar, we used to play in middle school. So, it’s finally happened to me – I’ve lost the option to write in Classic Editor. I suppose I’ll have to hunt down a Block … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 24
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
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
