Is she posting in real time? Yes, dear reader, your eyes do not deceive you. A poem for the actual day. Stranger things have happened. I wrote this yesterday. Yay to moments of inspiration while waiting for a cardio class to begin. I should tell you that I'm a big fan of allegory. In artwork, …
National Poetry Month: Les Poèmes (#14,15,16,17)
I'm starting to enjoy sharing poetry in bulk with you, dear reader. It really speaks to my lazy/I'm old and forgetful and wait, I have a blog?/I have a 1,000 things to do side. Forgive me. We do what we can, huh? Below are poems for the past three days and today. All written by …
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National Poetry Month: Les Poèmes (#11, 12, 13)
Playing catch-up. These are all classics that I've loved since I laid eyes on them. This Is Just to Say William Carlos Williams (#11) I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold Harlem Langston Hughes …
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National Poetry Month: Les Poèmes (#8,9,10)
The weekend ran away from me, as did poetry. But not for long. Apparently, my muse can't abide by weekends. And yet she loves weekdays. What can you do? Speaking of her, below are my poetic offerings for Saturday, Sunday, and today. They share an interesting theme. Weekend Haiku #1 (Saturday) ah, what a weekend-- …
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National Poetry Month: Poème #7
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 #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. …
Discoveries. (Or, Eureka, We Keep Finding Her.)
We never stop growing and learning about ourselves, do we? Below are some of the things I've realized about myself lately, because I'm all about epiphanies, epiphanies, epiphanies...anyway, read on, s'il vous plait. Discovery: I receive a special kind of joy from unsubscribing to the abundance of emails that clog my various inboxes. There's nothing like …
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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 #22: Choices.(Mission Possible)
This was the photo I used for the back of my recent work of fiction, The Loftiest Thing. I love this photo. For one thing, the trees in the background absolutely fit the title's theme, which was also one of the stories in the book. Secondly, I think my photographer (who also happens to be …
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This Square Peg. 