The old ways end now Here is a blank page for me First step on new snow
Poetry Day: New Year’s Haiku
Writing Prompt: I Didn’t Realize It Then…
Fifteen minute writing exercise. Saturday, December 15, 2018 PROMPT: I Didn't Realize It Then ... but I was already connected to the world by a much stronger cord than this thin string that holds my spirit to my body. The urge to look up and let the moon fill me, head to nine year old... Continue Reading →
Mother’s Stance
If I close my eyes, I can see her standing there. She would lean against the kitchen counter facing me; her right foot flat on the floor, left bent at the knee with her white sneaker balanced toe down, heel up, crossed at the ankle. Her left arm would be held across her body; hand... Continue Reading →
Poetry Day: Haiku- Soul Photograph
Soul Photograph Poems are just a short Glimpse into the silent mind A soul photograph
Poetry Day: Summer Darlings
gone again these summer darlings arriving with the leaves of spring and gone in a golden whirl on the October wind across the street lights out and the thousand treasures on the lawn hidden in their winter dens park, quiet now but for the crunch of leaves beneath the only walker's feet docks empty of... Continue Reading →
Short Trip Home
It takes a couple days to fall back into the deep familiar of this old house. It takes a minute to not be surprised when Lucca, the cat, follows me to the bathroom , because I may need him in the dodgy second floor neighborhood. Thugs and all. He'll protect me, after his belly rub.... Continue Reading →
Poetry Day…Haiku! What Remains
What Remains Morning after view Evidence of their I do's Sweet blooms of pale hues
Poetry: Writers Gathering at Mawby Vineyards
A new friend brought me here tonight. Into this bustle of writers where we are working alone or gathered in small groups, talking, laughing, sipping wine with others; gathering here from a 50 mile radius; our host tonight, fellow writer, maker of extraordinary sparkling wines, Larry Mawby. It's a picture perfect summer evening and poems... Continue Reading →
One match can light a thousand fires…
So, there's this woman named Sally. She grew up with music and art and amazing people surrounding her and when she came into her power, she wanted to start something that could grow and last. Something that required people to join the game; participate. The game is about creative flow and it starts with one... Continue Reading →
