After I took that spill on a hill at dusk into a pile of Mackinac Island horse manure some years back, I was afraid to climb back on my bike. But when we moved into this neighborhood carved from the Everglades, I agreed to join my husband on various wild adventures, some of which involved bikes. So early one Sunday evening we pedaled (I mostly wobbled) the three miles or so to Burt Aaronson South County Regional Park. It meant crossing a four-lane highway, and even though there was minimal … [Read More...]
Read-to-Write: Nature-Deficit Disorder (1)
I grew up on a lake--practically lived in the woods--and did all kinds of things outdoors that these days would be considered too dangerous. There was little on TV (we got maybe two stations) and no … [Read More...]
Commit Poetry: Ten Reasons Why To Memorize
It remains a mystery why Tweetspeak Poetry chose Prufrock for me to memorize. If they didn’t feel like I was done with Thomas E, or he with me, and they wanted me to extend my brainy … [Read More...]
Commit Poetry: Prufrock – Part 7
Continuing to complete the dare issued by Tweetspeak Poetry in the fall--to memorize T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, … [Read More...]
Commit Poetry: The Stolen Child – Complete
I'm still working on The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock--which is soon to be complete. But below is my whole recitation of The Stolen Child as dared by Tweetspeak Poetry for National Poetry … [Read More...]
Commit Poetry: The Stolen Child – Third Stanza
Today I'm reciting the third stanza of "The Stolen Child" by W.B. Yeats in response to Tweetspeak Poetry's dare for National Poetry Month. Are you memorizing along with us? Leave a comment below and a … [Read More...]
Commit Poetry: Prufrock – Part 6
I haven't forgotten my old friend, J. Alfred. Have any of you joined me in this Tweetspeak Poetry dare? I'm almost there. Here's proof that I earned barista badge #9 for this stanza: And … [Read More...]
Stillness
Going Still
Still Saturday: Taking the Day Off
Today Today I’m flying low and I’m not saying a word. I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep. The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a … [Read More...]
Poetry
One Word Less For Lent 2017 – Day 6 – To Look Younger
To Look Younger For the price of a bag of oranges I'll be an ass for my id look ten years younger redefined revitalized renewed the wizard says just follow … [Read More...]
One Word Less For Lent 2017 – Day 5 – Hope of Spring
Hope of Spring Creation's writing love notes, inking jeweled lines on blue parchment and punctuating with a kiss of red. Snow dust spills in sunlight like makeup glitter, … [Read More...]
