Category Archives: NaPoWriMo

One: Being grumpy I swallow the world In one gulp Two: Loneliness is my widest river I’ve no paddle to cross it Sunset in an old boat Three: Two bedrooms, three people Dirty hands on my aunt’s embroidery I’m not … Continue reading →

I often wonder if it was more than luck. Perhaps a girl with scissors was jealous; so many long lengths pirouetting, their timeless pattern exquisitely timed, and she with the key to time’s endings. Maybe she was just a bubble-popping bimbo … Continue reading →

You call me the Mistress of Evil, Maleficant. As if I held only malice in my heart! Carabosse or Odelia, I am no wicked godmother. I am neither 8th nor 13th, I simply am. In many ways I am nameless. … Continue reading →

There is an echo, inside some cavernous landscaped sprawl. She lies extended, lolls and stretches in open pockets, yet finds no ease in sound’s reverberation. She is a thundering crack, crackling ripples, rippling an abundance of caverns. And this loneliness … Continue reading →

Attempted Self-Portrait The Mirror at our house was so clean. In it’s pooling I could see all my depths, in it’s pooling I could even see the future…miles of it. But it shattered in the move. I’d packed it too … Continue reading →

“poetry is a species of thought” – Howard Nemerov. It is a scratching sound, like long nails scrabbling across the linoleum at midnight. I wake up thirsty after holding it all night. Neither Man nor Animal, its furr recedes only … Continue reading →

No soaring, or sounds as the suns rise. No sillouettes to remind us what came before the crash. Everything in this new world so familiar; Air & water just the same, animals & earth so similar day & night but … Continue reading →

It’s time for 30 poems in 30 days!!!  I am doing the prompts this year from the website www.Litnivorous.com and have successfully talked my nephew into doing them with me.  Some days my friend Seth will be doing the same prompts … Continue reading →

“Shhhh,” he whispers, “they’re sleeping” He tells me as they congregate laughing loudly at the door, blocking the way my excuses echoing off their slumbering chasms. I hit replay, “excuse-me, excuse me, excuseme!” finally push my way through right hand … Continue reading →

It is not my fault I had to hold the lid to keep it from spilling tears, anger, sorrow, despair, rage… it is only now that I can heart tilting, laughter splashing pull off the lid, air it out and … Continue reading →