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 […]
Sunset in Key West
Sunset in Key West Then the sun melted into the sea, and we who were together for a few moments went our separate ways and melted into the night.
Choosing Joy
Choosing Joy Above the sea, morning rises bruised, mottled pink and purple, like it did battle in the dark hours or collided with some celestial bedpost. I watch the sky pass through various stages of healing until it clears. Back at the cottage, I study my new supply of tea leaves with deluxious descriptors […]
The Day After the Election
The Day After the Election I’ve just made another deposit on the house, and I’m on my way back from the bank. As I make my move to turn left from Federal Highway onto Atlantic Boulevard, a giant fluorescent green lizard leaps into my path. I hit my brake. Others hit their brakes. […]
Poetry of Moving: New Carpet
There’s coming in the going, going in the coming, stillness in the moving.
Poetry of Moving: On Cleaning Windows
Today I sliced you in half…
