Change Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: 13 new ways to . . . , ended up in the living room, change, nobody breaks my heart, enduring, I hate it when that happens, manifest “13 Ways to Save Money” the headline said, and the #1 way was to empty the change out … Continue reading Change
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: the green ones are strawberries, yearning, simplified, summer, breasts, at my worst, wearing his BAM gear, so luxurious, top ten reasons, shared experiences, two changed their minds, preppers, empty nesters, I asked for a kiss she gave me a___, solar flares He came to my door … Continue reading While Strawberries Are Still Green
Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts: don’t go there, quiet enough to hear your own heart beat, everybody knows your name, startling, witch, had to make it across the street, from there I was sent to another small room, hung up when she heard my voice, dismiss, okay kids time for … Continue reading Notice What You Notice
One more poem of mine to finish up National Poetry Month Tonight you sit on the front steps facing south beckoning me with your dry lips your moist fingers. I am already here but I am still and you do not recognize me. I press against your skin, a sweaty companion: I am hot and … Continue reading Delta Breeze
This is a poem I wrote a few years back for my mother and her sisters. It's a bit of a ramble, but they all seemed to like it. My aunt Eleanore had a muskrat fur coat. My aunt Ruth had a skirt that revealed her knees. She wore it with platform shoes. They went … Continue reading The Flint Girls Go To A Fire
Another poem for National Poetry Month The fabric of night unwinds like a bolt of dark blue velvet across a clean white sheet of daylight. At Equinox the corners of the blankets meet the Sun and the Earth stretch together and the moon is swept with rangy branches of Easter Broom. Yellow blossoms scatter across … Continue reading Easter Broom
Continuing to celebrate poetry in April. . . One hundred dark-haired ladies in red silk kimonos twirl in the foggy sky between wakefulness and sleep, Swinging from each finger: one thousand origami cranes, a rainbow on each hand. In the cool silk moment they float before the sun burns through the mist. Delicate as balloons, … Continue reading Prayer for Peace
April is National Poetry Month! So here's one of my earlier pieces to celebrate the power of the Word. Words jingle in my ears like pennies in the pocket of my navy wool pea coat. When I was ten, one word would buy a licorice whip red or black or a thick block of Bazooka … Continue reading Just One
Vivica and Nora from Next Door Written with my Thursday group with the prompts: well then, a most sarcastic talking man, coal and a thousand colored pencils, she was starving herself, days without mail, she was a spoiled child, worried, Vaseline on the mirror, status quo, remembering her roots, hostility with dignity and love, my own … Continue reading Vivica and Nora from Next Door
Written with my Thursday group with a list of melodramatic prompts: in this economy, is this why fate brought us together?, there is no escape from destiny, that’s just what_______would have said, this is odd, so it has come to this, so let it be written so let it be done, but at what cost?, as … Continue reading Natalie’s Assignment
