searching shelled pecans for broken pieces of goodness leaving wholeness for later Advertisements
Mary, Mary, Mary through poetry your noticing became mine My poem was written at a Spirit Play session with InterPlay Atlanta. Photo of sunset is a photo I snapped in my front yard.
a crow’s cry cracked the silence Sidra emptied her cup even in this dark space she saw that the calligraphy was tinged with red wine a strap bound the ancient text she wanted to tap the secrets of this fragile … Continue reading
desiring a new place to set it down to set me down could I see my old place with awakened eyes with a new story does needing a fresh start require a new place or would a divergent story suffice … Continue reading
looking through my kitchen window I notice my fig bush has grown several feet since last summer I can no longer pull down the top limbs to harvest the ripe, brown fruit when contemplating my figs, I usually think of … Continue reading
what’s so? life, energy it was here long before humans and will be here long after we are gone
her boat traversed the channel and aligned with the sand her plan was to inject her confession treat them to a torrid tale she stepped ashore, checked her sect dress and walked to the sanctuary _______________________________________________ Writing again this rainy … Continue reading
she thought she heard his old truck drive over the hill and park certain now because her shy, devil cat growled, slow and low she turned the light switch on and off snatched her cloth bundle of bread, strips of … Continue reading