This poem continues my theme of December oranges, but also serves as a holiday warning: don't let this season try your patience and drive you to exhaustion! Remember, the smartest thing to do on the longest night of the year is sleep. If I can pluck the moonfrom the sky I may find it’s no … Continue reading Don’t Eat the Moon
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: imaginary future, what will become of me, more than a little alarmed, flirting and fluttering, let’s get physical, light that you cannot see, what is surrender?—joining the winning side, a Sunday afternoon, living with it, huge, impetuous and prickly, Sweet William—my guitar, charming dork, cat “In … Continue reading In the Imaginary Future
In celebration of the season, I bring you the re-publication of a favorite Valentine's Day, "isn't it romantic" tale. Enjoy! Miranda painted her face with forty-seven different shades of lipstick, browns and corals on her eyelids and forehead, hot flamingo pinks across her cheeks like tiger stripes, and deep reds on her lips and chin. … Continue reading The Sensitive Man and The Chocolate Chip Cookies
Alive in the Moment Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: urge to be alive in the moment, sound of waves lapping around the house, whipping like an energetic tornado, longing for a perfect moment to move you, manage, strolling, pollen, cheat, skins, lines, big giant plane, tired of hearing Dad’s stories, Tower of … Continue reading Alive in the Moment
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
