I have a shy hearteasily overpowered by the wants and needs of others.a silent heartthat holds its loves deep like a patch of green algaeat the base of a roiling waterfallhardly noticedcontributing littlebending wildly in the cacophony But perhaps one frosty springwhen the water is lowand the stream is covered with a narrow sheen of … Continue reading
My mind brushed by dreams, Like willow branches floating, On the ponds surface.
Today I went to Arlingcon. It was fun. One of the tracks was a writing prompts session (writer’s write in) done by the DFW writer’s workshop. We were given five to ten minutes to come up with a story. This is a story that I wrote. Prompt will be explained at the end. She was … Continue reading
Reading my receipts reveals
A woman who works, who
Goes to gas stations and grocery stores getting
Tacos, tea, and tic tacs
So I read this article from 2013 What’s Killing Poor White Women? For most Americans, life expectancy continues to rise—but not for uneducated white women. They have lost five years, and no one knows why. By Monica Potts http://prospect.org/article/whats-killing-poor-white-women and I really liked the way that it was written. The author took a demographic trend … Continue reading
Mad is the poet in the wilderness, Crying at the moon for its brightness. Full of the pink of the cherry blossoms, falling like snow. Lost is the sculptor in creation, Tearing at the clay like a fireman. Digging to release the young maiden, hidden below. Quiet, the songwriter listens, Dumbstruck by the … Continue reading
When my mother died, it was like a sudden internet outage. Like being caught in a tunnel. Suddenly there were no updates on the saga of my first cousin’s new job, no updates on my brother’s travel itinerary. It was as if the service was gone and the towers had been knocked down. Continue reading
Writing Poetry, Is distilling language down, to the very core.
There was a challenge on tumblr to make a poem about this print. This is my entry. The Blue Skull In the mud of a hollow well, my bones rotting lie in the darkness of the day Black bugs crawl through the digits of my toes digging holes in the place where flesh once lay … Continue reading
Yellow Sunflowers. Others call them weeds, and yet, They brighten my day.