Neither one thing nor the other, but something betwixt and between-- the “liminal” spaces that linger in places, situations, relationships and life. This poem is written for someone particular in my life. This person might never read this, but that's fine; let it exist in the liminal edges out there. Enjoy.
A Repost from April 2021. I present to you a Badger Hexastich syllabic poem that first appeared on Day 2 of NaPoWriMo. With this poem I attempt to shed insight on how I see Robert Frost's poem, The Road Not Taken.
Do you know Jeremiah? His problem-- lamentation? Was it real or was it all in his head? Are we like Jeremiah? Then we should try to change our self talk. This article is inspired by a writing prompt about 'lament.' I hope you enjoy it.
A Poem to bring awareness to how we all get that sunken feeling that could land us in the bottom -- in depression, stressed out, lost-- lest we keep balance on pressure.
Anna Nansi followed Ben into a house last week-- disregarding what her momma had told her-- and didn't like the experience. So, for this week, she's sticking to the basics: spinning and waiting. Who's this Anna Nansi? Please read to find out.
A metered abecedarian poem for you today, my friends.-- my contribution to Day 6 of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope you find it to your liking.
What a lovely prompt we worked on today. I chose a William Blake poem to follow and in no time, unpretentious little words swooshed in and inundated the page. Don't you just love it when that happens? I hope this poem is worth your time.
Have you ever noticed how everything around you looks ugly when you're feeling ugly and unworthy inside? Why is that? Here's a short true story that inspired a poem on one such day. Spoiler: all it took was for him to take care of 'something' that looked as ugly as he felt. Enjoy!
I was blessed to raise two little boys who are now in their twenties. I don’t do much mother-ing anymore, but the fact that I’m still a mother qualifies me to write to tell you about the greatest joy I know. I hope that by the end of the post, you come to appreciate the analogy I make, or at best, you come to understand the beauty of something I so ardently recommend. Enjoy.
Anchor in lessons learned, Pivot and wait for clarity— like a lighthouse that knows its role and connection to greater things.
Have you been in a healthy relationship for a long time? How's that going? How does the couplehood feel? Might it be anything like this poem-- a bliss more decadent than dessert wines, more decadent than lipstick marks? Please take a read.
The state-of-the-art Powerball that my vacuum cleaner was never went underappreciated. It was my faithful companion for over a decade and a half-- with not a cough, not a hiccup to berate it for. I named her Allegri, and it did what her maker promised it’d do for me-- I saw a massive change in my son's health, gave me peace of mind, and saved me money on medical bills. Tell me, wouldn't you be grateful for something like this?