Hi. I’m Sandra/Sandy/Snady/SHK, and I’m a Tweetspeak Poetry workshopaholic. I want to believe that the investment I make in these workshops will pay off, that I’ll eventually/someday reap what I sow in terms of my bank account. That may or may not happen. But I’m pretty sure that what I invest in self-care is immeasurable […]
A Found Poem for Megan (repost)
Sometimes when you’re sandwiched between crises and you’re going through it without your mother, you just need to come out and play a little polo, find your balance with some red clover. Maybe slip your laptop into the red case and head to some sweet spot that sells veggies with a little turkey. Because that’s […]
Dog Court
On the 4th of June, 2014, AKC Canine Good Citizen Wesley and his cohort Susanna were convicted in dog court of shredding one crate bed, gnawing a hole in the center of one sage green bath rug, and terrorizing a toad. They also amputated the left toes and right pinkie finger of one doll baby […]
Poems are Like Bats by Megan Willome
I’ve asked several poetic-type friends to share some words with us during this month of Making Manifest. Today I welcome my dear friend, Megan Willome–who’s comparing poems to bats. Wait… What? The weather is warm, and that means one thing in Central Texas — the bats are back! These creatures of the night will […]
found: a poem for Megan’s birthday
Sometimes when you’re sandwiched between crises and you’re going through it without your mother, you just need to come out and play a little polo, find your balance with some red clover. Maybe slip your laptop into the red case and head to some sweet spot that sells veggies with a little turkey. Because that’s […]
Time Out to Celebrate Megan
(Reposting this from October because it just seems fitting today.) Lyla Lindquist is celebrating, too. Be sure to join the party at her place. And we’re celebrating with Jennifer over at Getting Down with Jesus. SUNRISE by Megan Willome It’s disgraceful All this color Splattered Pink flung Purple creeping Then orange Why orange? The clouds […]
Sunday Seasoned Sayings: Sunrise by Megan Willome
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 email from Megan last […]
