Although I’ve forgotten a lot about my high school years, I do recall a fear of poetry, and letting my eyes roam around the room or stare at my book while I mentally begged the teacher not to call on me in class. Yet if I really was so scared, why did I torture […]
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 the yellow brick road for a trial run. Word Count: 35 In the stillness, Sandy Note: I read this morning […]
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, and life’s being conceived under a white sheet– hope of spring. Word count: 36 A repost In the stillness, Sandy
One Word Less For Lent 2017 – Day 4 – Living Each Detail
Living Each Detail “Jesus loved the secret places, getting out of the crowd, walking away to stop and enjoy the beauty of the creation, living each detail to its fullest knowing that our journey in this world can be short . . .” ~Jonathan Altmonte Word Count: 37 Graduate of Compassion’s Leadership […]
One Word Less For Lent 2017 – Day 3 – Fighting For You
Fighting for You One papered me with stickers The other readjusted, removed, stuck herself. They squabbled. We were baffled. Time for timeout? Yuleisy got to the bottom of it She’s fighting for you, she said, because her friend has offended you. Word Count: 38 In the stillness, Sandy Note: These sweet girls are part […]
One Word Less For Lent 2017 – Day 2 – It’s Not About the Gift
It’s Not About the Gift They spread a table with handcrafted hospitality. Take one, they say, and when enough is certain, take another. We, proud, hesitate to accept a free gift. But in the end it’s not about the gift it’s about the love. Word Count: 39 Note: I took a whole suitcase of gifts to the Dominican […]
One Word Less For Lent 2017 – Day 1 – Sunday Mourning
Sunday ends in mourning
6 R’s of Poetry Memorization
I finally settled on six weapons to finish off Prufrock—I mean, to complete this dare—and they each begin with the letter “R.”
Let It Be – An Advent Poem
Let It Be I am the handmaid of the Lord Let it be. It’s been nine months since the seed was first sown. Nine months of waiting, growing heavy with time. Nine months of “I don’t want to move. Nine months of sunrise dawning in incremental stanzas. Nine months of watching God […]
Feeling the Weight of Time
Feeling the Weight of Time Today I’m feeling the weight of time. I glimpsed myself in the bank’s overhead monitor and saw not an older woman with graying roots and eyebrows in bad need of waxing but a younger version with two dark brown ponytails at a family picnic, remembered trail rides on a summer […]
