technicolor lights brilliantly sear the night sky street cacophony threaded cable vines that sway above our concrete jungle This week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt at the Skeptic’s Kaddish asks us to reflect on urban landscapes. Thanks to Jaideep for providing this week’s prompt, which is as follows: I don’t often find myself in large cities.Continue reading “Street Cacophony”
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Tidal Waves
Linger under the diamond willow’s shade carry your cup of coffee in gloved hands play witness to the memories we have made and know we harbor comfort in these sands. Leaves will drift, orange-freckled, in the breeze and waver over graying grass like so to paint the picture of these changing seas the tides, theContinue reading “Tidal Waves”
Why I Love Writing
I believe that you can change the world through writing and other creative works. Maybe it’s not always a simple or obvious process, but each word might be one small step towards a greater journey. One way I see this is through my students. Even those who at first tell me that they don’t enjoyContinue reading “Why I Love Writing”
Poem: In the swamp
Ripples in dark water tasting wood’s groovy edges pulling limbs in farther past grassy trail ledges through heathered shadows under muddied reflections hear the frogs croak and bellow hear the echo’s misdirection I’m responding to another W3 prompt today, hosted by David at The Skeptic’s Kaddish. The criteria this week was provided by Kunjal atContinue reading “Poem: In the swamp”
Poem: Message in a Bottle
feet sink into cool sand leaving whispered stories washed away with wave’s lullaby only slipping onto some other sands wading in memories brushing ashore again For this week’s #TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge, we were given the task to write a Butterfly Cinquain. I fell in love with this form when I first tried it a coupleContinue reading “Poem: Message in a Bottle”
Poem: Illusion
Bromegrass breaks stubbornly through ice-crusted snow fighting silently branches sighing beside me. The air smells of rainy evergreens and for a moment I think the clouds part for us baring sun-kissed azure but it’s only the breeze nature’s tongue scolding us back inside.
Poem: Daylilies
Orange daylilies and sun-topped scapes reach heavenward forgetting worries turning their strands to sage and moss shades, flecked with fiery blaze Image credit: Authentic Wisconsin
Poem: Dreams of Spring
three fresh leaves blossom lime haze in morning sunburst birdsong sprinkles earth baby grasses stretch limbs free reaching up for sun’s rebirth
Poem: Winter Night
Hunting Orion’s famed shape through my Pixel’s lens: crystalline stars the perfect opulence of night, pitchy purple shadow sky
Poem: 20 Below Zero
Billowed bitter air
puffs from purple lips. Clumsy,
frost-nipped fingertips…