Dark and Deep
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 [...]
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 [...]
Polar Bears, fragrant and prickly,crouch in the coldlistening for the echoof flute notes in crystal caves.Fiercely, fiercely bread bakesdefying the bitter stingof tule fog.Follow the riversfollow their floating trails of [...]
Written with the prompts: don’t feed the ducks for health and hygiene, a door rattling in the wind, helpful, they come back to bless us My sister Darlene told me [...]
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 [...]
(with thanks to Paul Simon on Brigid’s midwinter feast day) The prompt was to write a poem inspired by a song, and so I did. Midway between the winter solstice [...]
Written with the prompts: springtime, accepting limits but pushing for more, wonder about the ivy, there is always a little girl standing in the corner just staring, Maddie in the [...]
Continuing my December theme, I give you my own personal ode to oranges. . . Oranges are loud. Oranges are splashy. They are not subtle. They are not shy. They [...]
Greetings! This week I've updated a Christmas post from a few years past. It seems more meaningful than ever right now. Long ago, in the pagan cultures of the far [...]
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 Tuesday group with the prompt: traditions that become oppressive! Long ago, in the pagan cultures of the far north, work and travel were severely limited by cold [...]