A Poem

It’s a poem if the words can live without you.

If the allegory can make blinding light shine from tombs
awaken memories
breathe them back to – reality.

It’s a poem if,
there are possibilities for similies linking people
universally
from fallen walls to picket signs
drawing scents of lemons
shake hands of farm girls to vegetarians
likening poetry to biblical days
with your comrades
logging different chapters
forcing the community for just one night
to look
directly into the sun
That’s a poem.

from the poetry book, Pocket Honey, Wind & Hips

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the love of Mama

from the book Pocket Honey, Wind & Hips

bend but not break

Happy Sunday good people! Here are some words reminding you to be flexible in the face of possible obstacles this week. MAKE IT A GREAT ONE!

writing is an eye for an eye

Would you allow your children live within the words you create?  Responsible art, responsible poetry…

Grab your copy of my collection of poetry/prose “yardwork”

dare to go there

a Poem

Lyrics make it a song
Bars make it a rap
too long and too loud make it a theatrical monologue

unfortunately open mics don’t teach the difference

Poets make words jump from pages to dance
with whomever / even when they are not there

Poets can make water flow from their feet
for everyone to drink

Poetry makes people responsible
turns dreams prophetic

so discipline your ego and teach.

a Higher Re-Education Program (Writer’s Edition)

“The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power.” -Toni Morrison

As a young girl, my mother had to chose what utilities she would keep on and which ones she would let go to keep my sister, brother and I fed and clothed.  Phone service NEVER made the “stay on” list and gas service was optional during summer months.  Cable television was not discussed in my home because we only had two televisions and they were black and white. (yes, color televisions were available and no I won’t tell the year or my age).  My escape was reading.  The easiest series of books to find in sequential collections at thrift stores at the time were the Laura Ingalls Wilder books.  And I read them all! 

some Sunday steam to get you going

snuggling in for winter?

You know how you put a lot of work into a project and you just want to make sure people get a copy and enjoy it?  Yep!  That would be my novel, “The Town Dance.” Add this title to your winter reading!

ageism