In all my 71 years, I’d never heard of The Yellow Wall-paper. I’d never heard of its author, Charlotte Perkins Gilman, either. Also, I never pay attention to graphic novels–which is odd since I like comic strips (well, some of them) and used to enjoy comic books as a child–as well as spreading out those […]
A Hint of Things I can know you as a hint of things, like a mist that streams across the field, a slow, sacred dance in dawn’s sanctuary. Give me vision to see. Word Count: 29 All the One Word Less for Lent 2015 posts are bundled here. In the stillness, Sandy A first line […]
The pencil’s the thing that scratches down my cor, turns me inside out. But this lead wobbles like a loose tooth. That tip is a splintered dry socket. And I can’t find a pen. Word Count: 34 All the One Word Less for Lent 2015 posts are bundled here. In the stillness, Sandy […]
I live in Michigan. I originated “down state,” but I grew up “up north.” I don’t think anybody knows for sure where “up north” starts, but where I live now is considered “down state,” but it’s not as far down the mitten as where I started. Up north starts for me where the trees […]
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 an airplane.
It’s another T.S. Poetry challenge. What can you find for 99 cents? Take a picture. Write a poem. Ode to Yogurt We met at the crossroads of the coolers in the middle of the aisle you so strawberry sweet thick and creamy smooth a ninety-nine cent bargain culture in a spoon.
T.S. Poetry Press extended an invitation to create a Wordle using “some kind of poetic grist” for a linkage and possible feature over at the Tweetspeak Poetry blog next week. A Wordle is a toy that generates a “word cloud” from input text. “The clouds give greater prominence to words that appear more frequently in the […]