Extra Bread

Written with my Thursday night writing group with the following prompts: extra bread, to this day, time and place, small injuries, new sense of dread, donut shop, marvelous, no more accidents, easy to. . . , autumn leaves, I smell cat, the bed, warm evening, God's waiting room, third conflict in a year, running in … Continue reading Extra Bread

The Day After Yesterday

Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts:  the gray cat stared at him, enjoy the ultimate, cockroaches and ghosts shared the space, we are awed by our nine-hour innocence, began five years ago, after the equinox, pete/peat, imagine, landed on my blanket, the day after yesterday, I am from America, I never thought, … Continue reading The Day After Yesterday

Wagons

Years ago I had a student named Joseph who was deaf and mute and on the autism spectrum.  He was 9 years-old, with big brown eyes, and sandy hair.  I loved him and I knew he trusted me.  When it was time to come in from the playground, he could not hear the bell, so … Continue reading Wagons

The Sensitive Man and The Chocolate Chip Cookies

Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts:  47 shades of lipsticks, kaleidoscope of emotion, near the edge, she explained it to her mother, picking peaches, with your feet in the ocean, where to? taciturn moon, this was the sensitive man she was waiting for, chocolate chip cookies   Miranda painted her face with … Continue reading The Sensitive Man and The Chocolate Chip Cookies

Malleable Memory

Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts:  in a clearing by a river, driving to San Francisco in the rain, under the bleachers, out of touch with the child I was, she is the only one who knew me, chased by a large creature The first thing I remember is being chased by … Continue reading Malleable Memory

The Story of My Hydrangea Bush

I mentioned a couple weeks ago that I was dipping into Sleeping on the Wing by Kenneth Koch and Kate Farrell, an anthology of poetry and writing prompts written for children and teens.  In a chapter on D.H. Lawrence, the authors note that Lawrence called his poems “acts of attention.”  They prompt readers to give … Continue reading The Story of My Hydrangea Bush

The Bear, a sestina

April is National Poetry Month, so I'll be posting a few poems this season.  Currently I spend more time writing prose stories instead of poems, so it's been fun for me to look back at poems I wrote in past decades. This poem is from a period when I was experimenting with classic forms.   … Continue reading The Bear, a sestina

How to Find the Muse

Hey, it's National Poetry Month, so I've decided to post a few poems this April.  It's been fun for me to look back over my decades-long collection of poems to find a few that will be just right for this moment in time.  None of those wild, whiny, passionate unrequited love poems I seemed prone … Continue reading How to Find the Muse

Sheltering-in-Place

When I was 21 I went to Europe on a five-week student tour with my best friends.  On our last day we were in England, and we went on a boat ride down the Thames to Greenwich.  I have several memories of that day, a few funny stories, conversations, photos, but there was one image … Continue reading Sheltering-in-Place

Poetic License

When I feel sad disconnected unsure of where I belong I invite the poet in.   She will remember the soft yellow-gray belly of the mocking bird vibrating as he trills high above me on the outer branch of a tree at the edge of the bridge. Darn, I can’t remember what kind of tree … Continue reading Poetic License