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 [...]
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 [...]
This poem was created from a favorite prompt from Two Sylvia's Press, where you imagine a famous person, living or dead, comes to your door and gives you a gift. [...]
I was walking on top of the river levee one morning in early December, before the solstice. The river was looking healthy and full despite our years of drought, but [...]
When Fawny walks alone, and she walks alone often, she keeps the river on her left and the levee on her right, so she won’t get lost. But on this [...]
Written with the prompts: a former student, who is the dreamer and where is the dream, a quick call, a red balloon landed next to him, a river, lived a [...]
Written with my the prompts: talker, best kept secret, last night I dreamed, reference to the front, the king’s dogs, has less to do with pain, the fence is not [...]
Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts: empty journal, her lips tasted like wine, no one ever noticed her, she was just there, 16 years gone to hell, [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]