Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: Zelda is in heat, until next time, tomatoes in the front yard, tell me what you want, straight faced, remember when, professional, phone store, old stale coffee, my turn, mysterious holes, in Russia, mosquitos, mask maker’s daughter Zelda sat on the porch in the heat of … Continue reading The Mask Maker’s Daughter
Tag: Summer
Summer Greetings!
Hello, dear readers! Lately I've been feeling like a juggler who's got a lot of balls in the air. So I've decided to tuck this one in my pocket and take an August holiday from my blog. The heat is telling us all to slow down and chill out. Go swimming, eat ice cream, read … Continue reading Summer Greetings!
Memorial Day Greetings
This Memorial Day I pray and affirm that we may come together to celebrate an enduring legacy of American compassion and courage. We honor the sacrifices of our parents and grandparents who died to protect our lives, our democracy, and our commitment to justice and equality. May we find strength and comfort in a united … Continue reading Memorial Day Greetings
Delta Breeze
One more poem of mine to finish up National Poetry Month Tonight you sit on the front steps facing south beckoning me with your dry lips your moist fingers. I am already here but I am still and you do not recognize me. I press against your skin, a sweaty companion: I am hot and … Continue reading Delta Breeze
Memorie and the Coyote
Written with the prompts: monster, did it wander off, but that’s why you want to be there, beautiful but scary, slower and more careful, underwater, he started to cry, a cozy place Memorie is in a cozy pace, propped up with pillows and notebook, iced herbal tea and the most affectionate of her three cats … Continue reading Memorie and the Coyote
When Summer Lingers
In September, when summer lingers in the valley, the sky hovers low and dusky over the city. Few brave the hot pavement. Children hide in curtained bedrooms gazing at flickering screens, grown-ups sequester themselves in air-conditioned boxes apartments, offices, sedans. No one sees Saint Francis arising from concrete statuary, the Virgin of Guadalupe stepping out … Continue reading When Summer Lingers