I'm so grateful to the editor of Masticadores USA for giving my short poem a lovely nesting place in such a lovely publication. I am honored. Thank you so much. xo
Click here to see the prompt, please Anguished brethren— at long last, a realization!Bouquets of bitterness will not get you to the endCrepuscular beast challenged, jarred to review lifeDown on…
A sonnet for you on day seven of NaPoWriMo, friends. It's about our attachments to things more than about a hat. I hope you find the sonnet to your liking. Happy Writing and reading.
Winter is a spent, tired old man, that has gone without sleep for a whole season. Then there come a vibrant, radiant Spring; she intoxicates the old man, sends him to sleep with a dream in his heart. And ever so slowly, the enfeebled season slips away peacefully. What we get after that is delicious fecundity of fertility and lush-- in other words, spring. Finally!
The human behind the words: An introduction.
Written for Meeting The Bar at dVerse for the patchwork PROSE prompt hosted by Laura. I’m STILL wowed at the result and will say no more.
Stream of consciousness post. Can you help me to figure this out please. Thanks.
There exist no goodbyes, or tears between me and my sea only cosmic see-you-later: Pontic Sea, my shepherd, you guide & renew me through the tempests and help mend my existential crises.
I dabbled in poetry all my life-- a half poet at best-- but never thought I'd be this deep in it: splashing around and loving it; creating imaginary gardens with breathing toads in them. Ah, Poetry!
Tried audio for the first time. Recorded it on the voice memo on iPhone, saved it on Keep, but for the life of me couldn't figure out where that thing was saved. Sheesh. Before that, the shedding of inhibitions & stretching of my comfort zone. I did it for you. This poem is close to my heart. Happy Holidays.
It is not true that midlife sneaks up on you. And it’s in everyone’s best interest to read up on this and somehow prepare for the change. It’s nothing to fear and if you let it you’ll have the added benefit of the wonderful spiritual change that comes with middle age.
Mom's lovely words still float me every October & keep me afloat through the year. In time, I'll be closer to where my higher power resides. A short essay.