Seeker
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: where did you live? Love, Kennedy to Heathrow, living is a limited-time opportunity, only drowning men can see him, on the way [...]
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: where did you live? Love, Kennedy to Heathrow, living is a limited-time opportunity, only drowning men can see him, on the way [...]
I see a kildeer couple on the lower levee this morning loitering on an inhospitable edge of hard pan, a track of decomposed granite and gravel, racing back and forth [...]
There were only two prompts for today's piece: "the woods are lovely, dark and deep" (a line from Robert Frost's Stopping byWoods on a Snowy Evening) and "Things Change, Even [...]
Annika, the Shoemaker’s Daughter Written with my Thursday writing group with the prompts: forbidden, midafternoon stop and go pattern, cracking into the present, escaping into the future, stared and waved, towels [...]
Because April is National Poetry Month, I’ve decided to share with you some ekphrastic poems I’ve written this past year. Ekphrastic poems are written about works of art, most often [...]
I wrote this poem nearly forty years ago, give or take a decade. But it’s April, National Poetry Month, and I thought I’d drag out a few old favorites of [...]
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 [...]
On our first trip to Europe, some of us fell in love with Paris: the art, the architecture, the tiny cafes where you could sit drinking coffee and eating bread [...]
I've been crazy busy these past weeks, so I'm going to treat us all to an old favorite, a rerun, this week. Enjoy! After midnight the day-old loaves of [...]
Written with my Thursday group with the prompts: you’ll wonder why, shoot for the moon, balsamic vinegarette, ceramic wine glasses, dread, warning, tree trunk across the path, this way please, [...]