Bon Friday, dear reader. Here's a piece I wrote a few years ago after a pretty cathartic conversation with close friends. Because that's how poetry functions for me: whereas fiction traverses the highways and byways of my imagination, poetry is every nuance and inch of the life I lead. Is that how it is for you? …
National Poetry Month: Poème #6
As an author, her stories and essays have always thrilled me. But I'd like to discover her more as a poetess. Below is a powerful piece by Alice Walker. Enjoy this poetic Thursday, dear readers. Be Nobody's Darling Alice Walker Be nobody's darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around You …
National Poetry Month: Poème #5
Hi, Poetry Lover. Wanted to share a classic today. I fell in love with this piece in college after more than one poetry professor introduced me to the wonder and complexity of Theodore Roethke. Please read and enjoy. In a Dark Time Theodore Roethke In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet …
National Poetry Month: Poème #4
Day 4 of NPM. Happy happy. This piece was written by me. One of my personal favorites: The Passage of Time we've run out of conversation, we've nothing left to say. we cannot abide by talk of the children, who now wrangle children of their own, expecting us to play with and to give back, …
National Poetry Month: Poèmes #2&3
Happy NPM. Because I missed Sunday, here's a piece for Sunday, written by me: Learning, Gratitude (Hindsight) To you. The heart should never be so revealed, so unaware of where the results will land. No more waiting when the answers are usually quite clearly there. No matter if you were moved. Time to move on. …
National Poetry Month: Poème #1
It's National Poetry Month, y'all. I'll commemorate by posting a poem a day. Some will be my own work, some classics. In any case, poetry will be had. Here's the first piece: "A poem is a spider web Spun with words of wonder, Woven lace held in place By whispers made of thunder." …
Blogvember #24 and #25: Thursday and Friday.
#24: It was lovely being off work on Thursday. This is what I did, rather than blog. Sorry. Well, not really. ***************************** #25: Since it's Black Friday, here's a poem I wrote a few years ago, entitled, naturally, Black Friday. and so she believed the hype. she tipped her head toward the heavens and waited …
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Blogvember #17: Throwback Poemday.
I wrote this a few years ago. Happy TBP. ****************************** From Damascus to Emmaus I'm waiting you out. I'll be here in Damascus, waiting for the scales to fall from your eyes. You're making it hard on yourself, honey, determined to wear these blinders, determined to ignore what we and the world know: I am …
“…wings of her own.”
I wrote this poem seven years ago. Bon Throwback Thursday. Mrs. Birdman When he finally lands, the odds are that she’ll be waiting for him by the riverside. He’ll tell marvelous tales of the sweet air up there, of racing with skylarks and ravens, that near-miss with the eagle… She’ll tell him that Billy …
Elegies.
I'm still writing poems about him. I don't think that will ever end. Elegy. 16. Perhaps I always knew I would end up near you, my dear, departed one, near the streets you once walked upon, near the air you once had the privilege to breathe. Somehow that dreaded constant summer began to call …
This Square Peg. 