Written with the prompts: in the autumn of life, hitch a ride home, how would she know to stop, orange, yellow, and deep blue red, the ocean waved, my home, difficult to resist, unspoken, in test after test, magical thinking, it looked something like this, cool as a cucumber, people come and people go, race of … Continue reading Orange, Yellow, and Deep Blue Red
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
I choose San Francisco because I miss ocean air. I’ve been sleep walking in a dusty valley but the air in San Francisco is cold and saline. When you walk through it without a hat or scarf it’s bracing. You feel alive. I choose 1967, imagining the Summer of Love, thinking I might land in … Continue reading When the Time Travel Agent Asks When and Where
Mike didn’t tell me he was bringing Jeremy. He just showed up with him and I have to admit that put a damper on my mood. I like Mike’s son, Jeremy; he’s a good kid, 7 years old now. He’s fun, and he’s a conscientious listener. But I hadn’t expected him, that’s all, and now … Continue reading Commitment
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: 34 states, a black silk frog, blue silk dress, bruised knees, the strange sensation of of wearing someone else’s clothes, close to midnight, awareness, love your work, friendly strangers, bee-friendly plant, yearning Melinda dreamed she was in an airport wearing a blue silk dress that fastened … Continue reading Yearning
This summer I’ve been re-reading one of my favorite spiritual books, Why People Don’t Heal And How They Can, written by medical intuitive Caroline Myss, back in 1997. The book covers many topics, but the parts I relate to most strongly—as a cradle Catholic--are the parallels she draws between the seven Chakras and the seven Sacraments. I decided … Continue reading Law of Gravity
Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts: couldn’t find my keys, night in Fiji, half-life, listening to trees, embracing endings, where shall we go, plumeria I dug in my purse—life savers, lip stick, coin purse, tissues. When I couldn’t find my keys, I decided I was too drunk to drive home. So I ordered another … Continue reading Twelve Dreams of Fiji
Written with the prompts: be able to answer that call, are we there yet?, shit no!, you are told what to think but, a faded newspaper picture, why they did what they did, intuition, water can get hot, dream or fantasy, guidance, let’s look at this from a different perspective, I am in a body, sticky … Continue reading Susan’s Calling
School children rushed up the city street. The shu-shush of their corduroy pants woke the white paper birch trees from their dreams. The children had come from an ocean as green and foamy as champagne. Their skin was translucent like the skin of a yellow plum blushing blue, and their eyes were brown but lit … Continue reading White Paper and Water
