It has been FOREVER since I posted... Life has been busy - between travel, moving and holidays, it is hard to get the time to write - Such a contrast to my sleepy summer schedule. So I have been listening to The Moth Radio Hour pod-cast (NPR). I recommend it for all writers! It is … Continue reading Second Chances
Poetry
Slated for the Shadows
If I lay my hand Flat against the surface, Palm down fingers dipping in the salty wetness, I can almost feel her moving. And if I hold my face to the wind I can almost feel the wisp, the whiff, her breath Against my cheek, tiny droplets fine and silky. I can hear her breathe, See her … Continue reading Slated for the Shadows
For My Sister
It is strange how grief will sneak in and get you. Someone sent me a picture of the four us when we little, little kids. Playing and jovial. Big smiles and happy faces. And there she was, and I just was stunned by her memory. Memories burbled quickly to the surface. She has been gone … Continue reading For My Sister
Comeback
The prompt word for the day is comeback. Hmmm.... comeback. I appreciate the prompts, (I really, really do... thank you, thank you) but I am sure you will agree this is a difficult one. It will be interesting to see how other people traffic the word. (Prompt two: Traffic, my use of the prompt was … Continue reading Comeback
Gravina Morning
It is Friday and it is going to be a sunny day. I find it hard to drag myself to work, I want to watch the busy busy business outside my window. Planes and boats and clouds and sunshine. Watch the sun slowly warm Gravina Island outside my window. I stay a little Longer, drink … Continue reading Gravina Morning
This House
Scott and I sold our house. The kids are gone, the house is big and rattly now. In a fortuitous turn of events, we bought a posh new house, a lovely dream home. It makes sense, but still I am sad. We move out in two weeks and the house is getting echoey as we … Continue reading This House
Sunday Baking
I am surprised how little we actually use cornmeal, and how only one vision comes clearly to me. My husband baking bread on Sundays to go with the soup we always have. A fragile task, to be done with a light hand...the kitchen covered in copious clouds of flour and the smell!! He wipes … Continue reading Sunday Baking
Woodland White
Woodland White Birch bark Cool against my skin Papery, peeling Scars dark. Delicate branches Stretch towards Slate skies. Unseen, Tangled roots reach down, Frigid anchors In an icy ground. And it is hard For me to fathom As I rest my cheek Against the smooth Frosted skin of The birch That inside - -Somewhere … Continue reading Woodland White
A Touch of Perfect
This was a fun prompt! Just FYI, my husband is NOT the target of my anger! Nor is anyone I love. Morale is just so low where I work and this is how I felt after a meeting last night. I could not get out it of my head (prompt words: symphony, oasis, convenient, A … Continue reading A Touch of Perfect
The Storm Will End
The prompts for the day (Monsoon, Renewal, Energetic and Gullible) seem to warrant a poem.. one of them was tricky and a little embarrassing to fit in, but lets see if you can find the awkwardness. The Storm Will End We see a broken shore Slate slate skies Tempest breezes Touch our face Energetic, angry, … Continue reading The Storm Will End
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