Anti-Ode to Allergies Inspired by 'Ode to Common Things' by Pablo Neruda The infinitely small play leap frog in my nose resulting in a land of itch Two pinky moist nostrils landing strips for pesky pollen I cannot see or smell The so soft softness of dandelion fluff flutters about on tangents of adventures on… Continue reading Two Poems #morningcoffeesessions
bodies of water you ask about the body of water I love I drift to Lake Erie – her rippled bottom sprouting seaweed hair in silky clumps the way i become mermaid writhing in her rolling belly there are the two oceans Pacific and Atlantic – each a sassy crone who tumbled me under her… Continue reading bodies of water #morningcoffeesessions
Here is a smattering of events and videos for your perusal. Some are time-sensitive. Tomorrow, Friday, June 12 is the last day to vote for awards for Windsor's first Youth Short Film Festival (Thank you Gemma and the City of Windsor ACHF grant!) filmmakers! The voting link is right underneath the video in the text… Continue reading Videos & Lives! Creativity Abounds!
This morning, I didn't want to get out of bed. But, the Firefly Creative Writing #morningcoffeesessions motivated me to get my a%$ out of bed, get dressed, and get writing. (Nope, didn't brush my teeth. Yet.) This came first: on the edges of my mother's words a different version of her hangs on and then...nothing.… Continue reading Cake #morningcoffeesessions
The Field the field knows me keeps coming to my mind like the wind’s mouth slightly parted exhaling the delicacies of the past inhaling the electricity of time the field is permanent the mole under my left breast the inflammation in my finger joints let’s recall the land the land that held the field thick… Continue reading The Field #morningcoffeesessions
Brother [electric] the smell of people lingers on the things they give away. walk in any second-hand store and your nose will tell you so. at the salvation army, the scent of loss is strong. [loss of life | loss of love | loss of home] it smells like tired dust, mourning mold, the sweat… Continue reading Brother [electric]
This morning I had a hard time settling into a poem. I did a quick journal to gather my thoughts...and decided on writing a few haikus. I will read your veins As you absorb morning light Leaves are nature’s books Reach for the most light Falling from the blue jay’s beak Mourning dove witness Water… Continue reading Haikus #morningcoffeesessions
This morning we welcomed in Spring. The season. The sounds. The animals. The changes...and I couldn't get the words 'spring chicken' out of my head. Despite making lists of sights and sounds around me that are definite indications that spring is here...my brain couldn't let go of 'spring chicken'. Spring Chicken I am no spring… Continue reading Spring chicken #morningcoffeesessions