I love the moment before. I love those infinitesimal seconds between when we ask for something we want and the answer…whatever it might be. They (the seconds) feel fizzy with excitement and daring.
Can I come over?
This poem comes from restricted section of the Concord Public Library in Concord, Massachusetts. The ancient papers were opened to the Whale Rock Workshop under the watchful eye of Gary Schmidt. He asked us to peer into these ancient documents…
When I became a mom, I loved birth stories. I couldn’t hear enough of them. They are so tender. So individual. As I age, I love the stories about each person’s passing on. They are so tender. So individual. Thank…
Ahh, yes…the obsessive moments when you are first captivated by someone….
Wake up early
Think of you
Post a poem
think of you
think of you
sit down at the manuscript
think of you
You can probably guess where this little poem came from. Choose a part of your body you don’t find, um, very attractive. Write a rhapsody to it. Ha!
Oh my little bony friends
Oh my calloused misshapen ones
This story poem is inspired by one of the stunning women I have met at the Lane Murray Unit while volunteering for Truth Be Told. She went into prison at fifteen. She was released thirty years later. Her name is…
Spring arrived this week in Texas with every tree unfurling its leaves and wild flowers bursting open.
The Green Church
We go early.
First come the bright faces
Orange, yellow, blue, purple
On long wild stems.
They catch our breeze…
Today’s poem comes from a prompt: What do you carry in your backpack everywhere? Pretty immediately, I thought of something Bret Anthony Johnston said at a Writers League conference: “To write our stories, we’re all using the same twenty six…
Welcome to a month of poems. Welcome to Poetry Month. Welcome. This year I am going to share my own poetry. Gulp. Such audacity. I grew believing that poets are gods and goddesses. I dare to enter the temple.
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A Tree grows in Sedona
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