The eccentric novella brewing and screwing her way through the sizzling synapses across my brain is hard to catch. Pick up your plot and follow me! The sun over my house judges my unproductive, polychromatic day. Language was my first love. I try to harness my words as the sparkle defiantly, trying to escape the … Continue reading A Little Poem – My Novella
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My Poetry Comes in Fits and Starts
I have been doing poorly. My bandwidth is low. Tonight, after reading a little for inspiration, I wrote a few poems. I'm not sure I'm happy with them or that they'll get to the point where I am happy with them. But just writing for a few minutes had to be good for me. Physically, … Continue reading My Poetry Comes in Fits and Starts
A Sample Poem
Below is a sample from my recent poems. It occurred to me.I have a poetry category on here.But I have not posted much poetry or very much about writing recently. But I am still very much a poet! ****************************************** Surprisingly, Death’s door is butter yellow with a pink butterfly wreath. My alter ego is drunk … Continue reading A Sample Poem
Hospital
I've been in the hospital since Tuesday night with stomach problems. Hopefully, I get to go home today. I desperately want to go home. I want to clean and scrapbook and do the school run and go to Bible study and everything else. My life is calling me to come back to it. Here is … Continue reading Hospital
Ode to Joy
Last night, while passing out candy to the roughly 560 kids who came to the door, I began to read a book of poetry by Anne Carson. Suddenly, for the first time in months, poetry came to me! I'm afraid to get my hopes up, but I think poetry is back. I'm so excited! I … Continue reading Ode to Joy
Language Holes
Over the white spaces in my sentences It snows star dust. I lick the frosting off the spoon in the kitchen. My language has well designed holes, As though my words were lace. Try as we might, We all carry Monday morning inside us. What I’d like to do is take my needle That my … Continue reading Language Holes
Ever Closer to the Secret
In a hall of mirrors I do not reflect. Radar cannot smell me Though I move ever closer to the secret. My face is tempered glass And my feet are temperamental. What does the red bird, Beak open with no song, Signify? Climb among my immortal diamonds And find out.
What Comes Next…
White catastrophe of spilled milk. I let the lizards have the garden. Some frightening ambrosia will be drunk by two people too mummified in receipts to be in love. What comes next but neckties and nectarines? I cry awhile and the spider tells me my face is much cleaner.
A Poem in Progress
As you can see from the title of this site, I'm a writer. Usually I write poetry, but I sometimes dabble in non fiction or science fiction or a little bit of speculative fiction. Here is a poem I have been working on. Thunder is hard To sleep on as I drift in the breeze. … Continue reading A Poem in Progress
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