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I hover over her squint at tilted back and crooked neck. Are you comfortable? She looks up at me. Are you? No. I tug and pull and fluff. How is that– are you comfortable now? She looks up at me. Are you? . . . → Read More: Photoplay From My Back: Comfortable
Nothing left but yellow leaves they fall in earnest now like tears and tumble in the wind. Stripped limps stretch and reach through gray to touch the sun and wait. Hearts ache and break for moments lost to hardened hearts and . . . → Read More: Yellow Leaves
Gray billows of cashmere spun by sacred hands whipped cream piled soft heaven’s comforter.
A simple response to a T.S. Poetry Press call for cashmere poems. Photo taken from . . . → Read More: Cashmere Comforter
SUNRISE by Megan Willome It’s disgraceful All this color Splattered Pink flung Purple creeping Then orange Why orange? The clouds grey as the sun puts on bright clothes Who wastes color like this? Flinging beauty willy-nilly As if everyone would see this sunrise *********************************** Don’t waste His color!
I got an . . . → Read More: Sunday Seasoned Sayings: Sunrise by Megan Willome
How did I end up here wrapped in a circle of poets (I don’t even call myself a poet) where we showed up to taste peaches and wild grapes, to crush the flesh of nectarine and sing fig songs?
How did I end up here . . . → Read More: It Will Not End Up Here They’re at it again, these two. Claire and L.L. Asking us to stretch our “creative fibers.” To share our history symbolically. In photographic images. And poetry–a sonnet. Claire challenges us to find five photos that answer five specific questions. I didn’t realize how much my life has been shaped by wood. 1. Who Made Up Your DNA?
My great-grandfather, a lumberjack, carried . . . → Read More: Walking Wooden
(Photo of the upper Tahquamenon falls by Grace King)
Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! And now for something a little light, a little fun, and a lot corny (pun intended.) L.L. Barkat and Tweetspeak Poetry have put out a glass slipper sonnet challenge.
What If? (A Glass Slipper Sonnet) What if she hadn’t slipped slipper from foot? Perhaps the role of those involved in the arts, then, is to awaken ourselves and others to beauty–in all its risk and richness. ~Luci Shaw
Let’s go all word wild. Let’s bound over boundaries and color outside the fence lines.
Let’s open up new spaces within . . . → Read More: Textures of Text: Let’s Go All Word Wild I’m late to the party. July was sestina month over at Tweetspeak Poetry, and I struggled with this. And I didn’t have the patience to sit down and write such a long poem. But finally I tried. It was a matter of pride. And now I can scratch it off my to-do list.
I tried to write a poem sestina style. . . . → Read More: Window on Writing: To Write a Poem–A Sestina |
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