Dry Spell
Moisture is clinging to everything – on the undersides of flower petals it glistens like starlight, on the edges of the awning where it drops on my head just as I step out from under, on the slick black back … Continue reading Dry Spell
Moisture is clinging to everything – on the undersides of flower petals it glistens like starlight, on the edges of the awning where it drops on my head just as I step out from under, on the slick black back … Continue reading Dry Spell
Here I sit on Independence Day eve with the TV on high volume to drown out the never-ending cherry bombs (or whatever they are) that terrorize my sweet Rosebud. Sigh. Every holiday I curse those fireworks-loving…….people out there wreaking havoc … Continue reading Hot Reads for Hot Times
buzzing, spinning, sky Family love, eternal love, love of nature, the existence of love, the mystery of love, space, recollection, tenderness, … Call & New Work by Courington, Nagel & Stromberg This is a wonderful opportunity to collaborate with other poets and create a poem of beauty. I just submitted. I hope you will, too! Continue reading Call & New Work by Courington, Nagel & Stromberg
In my NaPoWriMo World – nothing. It’s apparent I’m not going to be able to participate this year so I’ve given myself permission to be ok with it. My days seem to fly by and, honestly, I seem to have … Continue reading What’s Happening
Red Roofs All the red roofs beckon Below me making false Promises of security and comfort. What do they know of comfort, Bound to the earth by mortar and brick. What do they know of security, Unable to weave … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2020 / Day 4
Patience
is hard to come by
When life is picking and clawing
When time is running faster
Than my my own racing heart
Knife points jump out of my skin,
intruders hiding inside me
Slicing away the softness
Leaving bone shards and steel
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This is an unfinished beginning of a poem. I’m late posting for yesterday so I decided to go ahead and put this out there. I’ve been ruminating on patience, of which I have little. Almost every night I meditate on ways I can practice patience in my everyday life. Some days I’m better at it than others. Continue reading “NaPoWriMo 2020 / Day 3”
Fuselli My life has been a simmering fuselli A double helix hurtling in and out A swirling, a stirring motion It began as one thing Ended up another Now, safely slathered in sauce All of its crevices filled * Day … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2020 / Day 1
I have a micro creative nonfiction piece, “Polaroid“, in the Spring issue of The Citron Review. I’m especially excited to be one of three first ever micro CNF writers in this journal. (Wow. That’s a mouthful & I hope I … Continue reading Touching Base + New CNF in The Citron Review
My heart and psyche after too many years of discontent,when my way was as lost as a specter in the house where it died. There is no stability in this life, no safety net. But there is the long slow … Continue reading What’s Fixed
West Virginian V.C. McCabe has created a startling body of work in Give the Bard a Tetanus Shot, her debut book of poetry. While these poems are written about the people and events of her life in Appalachia, don’t assume … Continue reading Book Recommendation: Give the Bard a Tetanus Shot