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Sing of retreating darkness, Sing of light, Sing of buds Bursting yellow. Sing of birds Singing themselves home. Sing of blue air and warm sun, Sing of life. Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic … Continue reading
I am born. I play with words. Tongue twisters, rhymes, jokes. I learn to read. I scribble endlessly. Words. Words. I write a book. I want to edit every page after it’s published. Please leave a comment with your first … Continue reading
I love that life improves when the TV news is off. I love that the sun warms even the coldest day. I love that fellow walkers have a smile and a hello. I love that a good book can take … Continue reading
I hate that America is so flawed. I hate that so many of us are killed by guns. I hate that so many of us are in prison. I hate that drugs steal the future from young people. I hate … Continue reading
[Directions for the poem: 1 line for each of the five senses, and finish with a last line about an emotion.] I come from seeing my parents and ornery cousins around my grandmother’s big kitchen table. I come from the … Continue reading
I, I am latent, I am dreamed, I am unearthed. I lie here fallow, waiting. For the opening, the permission The cord to cling to that will Pull me forth. What do I need to be born? I need open, … Continue reading
It’s so short Not fit to snort Can’t be worn to cavort Or for a fanciful comport. So let’s make it long Stretch it out like a song Whole notes that belong To a tune that cannot be wrong. Mayhaps … Continue reading
Too damn practical Got no enthusiasm No spontaneity, no zest. I stand accused of this sin. I am, in fact, My mother’s daughter, And so – a secondhand survivor Of the Great Depression, That great teacher of Practical information. Perhaps … Continue reading
all these faces these shades of coffee and chocolate and weak tea and rosy brown all these faces aren’t like mine my convictions are strained my humanity is in question my value to myself teeters on my ability to recognizes … Continue reading