They call them “glacial potholes”.I wonder, why not something more majestic?not something I giggle over –as if we need more potholes in Wisconsin–but true to their ancient legacy,from when glaciers concealed this place, and then, further back to when thick lava oozed to form these warbly basalt cragsthat hid beneath the sand and ice thatContinue reading “Glacial Wonders”
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Martial Universe
four horses drive us into the riverpocketbooks pulling the reinssink deep into the mirepeace, like a tidal wave, flows in our heartswe fill buckets with our hopechildlike innocence sinking sun sprawls low over the deserthuman tears water the groundearth’s dry crust cries for rainfour horses drive us into the riverwe fill buckets with our hopeearth’sContinue reading “Martial Universe”
Small Worlds
Traveling to my grandmother’s house, the car filled with excited anticipation. Visits with family were pleasant, but the city also held wonders from zoos and aquariums to shopping malls and museums. For a small town kid like me, these trips to the Twin Cities were precious. As the oldest of my high school friends, IContinue reading “Small Worlds”
What Should We Write?
Do writers have an obligation to tell a greater message within a novel, or should it simply be a fun story meant for entertainment purposes? Somewhere along the line, I slipped from telling a story simply for the joy of others’ reactions and the excitement of piecing together the narrative and into the passion ofContinue reading “What Should We Write?”
Silence Bookended
glimmering skylinegrassy lakeside reflectionssilence bookended This was my favorite photo that I captured of our two youngest sons relaxing on a blanket while watching the city fireworks last weekend. They sat in awe, taking everything in, from the little girl sitting behind us with her family who offered them glowsticks before the display began toContinue reading “Silence Bookended”
Go with the Flow
when I page through memories with you,water always takes the stage:a glistening ocean under equatorial sun, a waterfall dive after too much fun, hand-in-hand in the moonlight with toes dipping as stars take flight, muddling through currents with flip-flops on, splashing through the river and my paddle– gone, hopelessly, helplessly,happy memories flow by as weContinue reading “Go with the Flow”
Healing Connections
I’d mentioned earlier about driving (more like, sloughing through a never-ending mire of idling vehicles) in New York City in mid-May. My main reason for traveling to the area was to attend a “Breathe Now” AYA cancer survivor retreat in Chester, New York. I’d discovered the retreat over the winter when searching for more AYAContinue reading “Healing Connections”
Zigzag
We’re tracing our handprintsin sand, pulling feet from concrete footprints.We’re slipping through the silt, plunging headstrongthrough the river.We’re foraging through moss and leaves, forming futures in the foliage.We’re embers of yesterday’s memories, tracing our handprints in sand. I’ve written this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt at the Skeptic’s Kaddish; this week’s prompt wasContinue reading “Zigzag”
Who am I and What is My Purpose?
the sunrise over a flooded riverbed–now mid-day, or maybe sunset instead,the soft-spoken advice that leads you homethe messy-haired head lost in a tomethe crinkled leaf upon that same riverthe freckled skin, the dry hands that sliverthe mothering arms for ready embracethe struggling teacher longing for gracethe light feet dancing from place to place This poemContinue reading “Who am I and What is My Purpose?”
I heard a wilted flower speak
one morning, bland and weak,I heard a wilted flower speakof our future tribulationsof our far-off destinationsour technicolor tapestrylife’s seeming mystery to mea tightly coiled secret kepta trepid toil oversteppedthe whisper of earth’s voicea shiver scattered once or twicelike autumn’s petals in the windall our summer days rescinded This poem was written for this week’s Wea’veContinue reading “I heard a wilted flower speak”
Words and Coffee Writing 