it starts with the stillness: the hum of tepid breeze billowing in my core. then– rumbling eastward, curing strength in pillowed fists. glimpse lightning’s zigzag grip and sudden flip of tsunami clouds rolling on train whistles and thundering feet. bursts of light capture still frames: the twisting of limbs, the crumbling of earth, the darkeningContinue reading “humility”
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Kinship & Seashore
magenta fog scrolls homeward as we ford through doughy sand evening whispers onward as we three stand hand in hand amid the swamps we’ve wandered forging lightning from the land we’re ever in kinship forward distance, time: easily spanned This week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt is brought to us by Heather, who asks us toContinue reading “Kinship & Seashore”
Changing Currents
Meander through meadows, patching puzzle pieces together into a mosaic tapestry. Wind– unwind– but don’t unravel; follow the brook’s bedrocks as they hum lazily with current through distant soothing channels toward our hazy destination. This summer, I have taken a giant leap– into a new job! I’ll still be teaching, but at the college levelContinue reading “Changing Currents”
Visitors
Bump over ribboned, buckling asphalt, passing driveways scented by pine needles and campfires, waiting for their yearly visitors. Vacant eyes yawn from logs, framed by thin, plaid curtains, and plaqued with dew. Weedy flower beds cuddle welcome signs and hidden keys while kayaks lie in murky hibernation. This week, I wanted to play more withContinue reading “Visitors”
Poem: Moon’s Grudge
teasing through cloud lines slinking over my domain blinking stars from sky and breaking apart sheer blue with audacious orange hue I’m joining in the W3 prompt on Skeptic’s Kaddish today. Today, Punam wrote us a lovely prompt poem, which you can find here. These are today’s guidelines: Write about the moon from the sun’sContinue reading “Poem: Moon’s Grudge”
Poem: Morning/Afternoon
Patchy beachfront beside lapping waters, carrying echoes from the city streets, curbed edges where plants and people meet, distance dwindles these spires and towers. Our movement like clouds, we loom and then break, graceful messengers from another time, places similar but twisted in slant rhyme, scenes spliced together in two separate takes. Last weekend, myContinue reading “Poem: Morning/Afternoon”
Little Bits of Celebration
Here’s the literary magazine I refer to in the video: Flora Fiction. Check them out and give my poems a little love when the spring issue comes out. 🙂 Also, since recording this video earlier today, I received the news from my husband that our middle child is recovering from his surgery and doing well!Continue reading “Little Bits of Celebration”
Words and Coffee Writing 