I’m frayed and twisted but still strong — and ready for the next adventure. This short and sweet poem is called an American Sentence, invented by Allen Ginsberg. Carrie is the host of The Sunday Muse.
Month: May 2022
poem — Oracle — Drink
Drink when you embrace delicious colorbut no need of salty steaming rhythms. Green window cups time in slow voice;liquid flower melt glass to be less. Blue bleed brilliant ice candy velvet,not wild throb that some over work. Die, sexy ghost girl, porcelain prisoner;heal & grass soft, fat champagne laughs. Transcribed from The Oracle verbatim: top…
Doodads — Yard Pics and More
Now that the weather is making things grow and charging my soular battery I’ve been out there and taking more pics. It’s amazing how much the heat accelerates the process. Plus, several weeks ago I took a survey for our local conservation district as to what I would like to see their resources go to…
An Exciting Update on ‘Wounds I Healed’… — Experiments in Fiction
MORE NEWS ON THE NEW ANTHOLOGY. Two of my poems have been selected to appear in it. I continue to prepare the manuscript of Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women for publication, with the editorial expertise of Amazon #1 bestselling poet Gabriela Marie Milton. Both Gabriela and I were deeply moved by the…
tanka — spring willow hula
Tender willow fronds hula in early May’s warm breeze. Birds sing their hearts out; confirm to each listener: I’m happy to be alive!
#FF — Monday’s Red Rose
Monday’s Red Rose It started with Monday’s red rose left on my doorstep. I smiled, wondering who my secret admirer was. On Tuesday, I arrived home and found a box of high-priced chocolate truffles, kept cool with an ice pack. One melted on my tongue as my imagination wandered again as to my admirer. Each…
dVerse — Prosery — May Day Knocks
For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May –From “May Day” by Sara Teasdale I’ve fallen on black days. My ears are deaf to birdsong; nose unmoved by the scent of hyacinth; the soft crush of early strawberries between my molars untasted. Mid-Spring breezes skim over…
Tao Talk 