Somedays when I am short on time, I write quick verses on my iPhone. I jot them down on my notes app on the home screen. On days like today when busyness invades my life, I revert to them for both inspirations and to use as posts. We are hosting a garage/moving sale this weekend….
As I sit here writing, I wonder, is it wrong to want to shrink into my written word, to pretend the world is okay when it is not? The thing is, I don’t live on fantasies. I am a realist. I don’t know how long I can pretend the world is safe when it is…
It seems I’ve been all over the place this week, starting it in Iowa four hours from my home and ending it at our cabin, back home, and then three hours in the other direction to our cabin. It’s a snowy day here in the upper midwest. There’s a lot you can notice when you…
My post today does not offer poetry, so if you wish to stop reading and proceed to another post that does offer words with rhythm and rhyme, among the other tools of poetry, go ahead. I’m on vacation this week. My husband and I, along with our twenty-year-old son and his girlfriend, have traveled to…
My eldest son is flying home from Italy today. He’s had a great trip visiting Florence, Cinque Terre, Rome, and Scilla, the town in the Calabria region where his paternal great grandparents are from. He’s kept us up to date with daily photo entries on a shared google photo album. The trip was finally consummated…
A Sanibel Memory Tiny broken shards of shell Strewn across the ground like Broken glass Summer’s breath hot and strong Blows across the beach Making it hard to stand Your blue bucket tips Shells scatter, blown farther than Your little legs can carry you No tears, just laughter, as you Struggle to stay standing in…
Some of my posts are long, I know that. I tend towards verbosity and although that comes from a place of wanting to explain where I stand or what my experience has been, it does not lend itself well to poetry. I believe this is one of the things that attracts me to poetry, and…
We’ve been travelling over the last week, visiting places we used to live and conduct our lives in Western New York. It brings to mind something my son said when he was young and in elementary school. Mom, he said, “Math is everywhere!” And, he was right. We started noticing how math was a part…
When I used to write poetry with students, I tried to decrease the intimidation they’d inevitably feel about writing poetry by helping them find relatable topics – topics they already knew something about – both as individuals and as part of our group. Color, as I’ve written before, was always both an easy and and…