Hey there! I know, I know – it’s August 21 and I am writing my first post for the month—yeesh. I don’t have any excuse except that I’ve been looking for solace in this crazy world and coming up short. How about you? I am hoping you are not bogged down by reality. Back in July, I had a poem about my childhood in The Writer’s Café Magazine. The call was for submissions about landscape and maps so I sent in a poem about walking to grade school – it’s called “To … [Read more...]
Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit
Happy July! Hope it is lucky for you. And, happy 4th of July. Hope you have some fun. And to my fellow Moon Children, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Here's a poem I wrote twenty years ago, but I still like it. Peace, love, and solace July begins The day before I turn 41 I brood, wash dishes, think how my husband and sons have taken no time to shop, how I hadn’t seen my boys scurry away with crayons and paper to make--all I asked for--a heartfelt … [Read more...]
Fairies and pity
Hey there. Summer is off to a slow start but gloomy June is sliding by. The news of the world is disheartening. Hope you’re finding some solace. Not everything you learn on Twitter is bad. For instance I learned that Independent Author Day was May 26 for The Book Fairies USA who distributed free copies of Solace in So Many Words in Missoula, Montana and in Glendale, California. You say you don’t know about The Book Fairies? The idea of The Book Fairies is simple. There … [Read more...]
Saying good-bye to April with Edna St. Vincent Millay
Hello to you and good-bye to April (and to Poetry Month). In Chicago April has been days of sun and spring temperatures as well as days of snow (and rain and rain that became snow). Embodying the contradictory emotions and weathers of April are these two poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay. They also show how poetry can be about divergent subjects. Spring poems often celebrate rebirth and joy but not these two poems. Hope you are celebrating Spring in your own way. I’ll … [Read more...]
Why not?
Why not write Because the baby is crying, the bath water runs, lettuce waits to be washed, your toddler yells for you to wipe. Or an old vet phones, please won’t you help? or it's the Good News shelter needing you to scrape the dishes and throw away the trash. There's a bottle, scotch that’ll make your teeth grow hair like weeds sprouted in the garden. Maybe you’re just too polluted or not buzzed enough; all you can think of are butterflies and that’s so … [Read more...]
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