NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 10

  She moves in silence on the little magenta beans that pad her soft feet         Advertisements

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 9

So much to love with vintage gothic romance covers… I can’t get enough. Hey, Babe, where’re you going?  Where’re you going in those baby dolls, Baby Doll? It’s not safe beyond these walls. What awaits you on the moors  is worse than what walks these halls. The heath bites, but the night calls. At least take your robe.  …

NaNoWriMo 2016 – Days 7 & 8

A little birthday haiku for a  sci-fi lover: Born into this world as though cast through a stargate just a blink ago.   and a little something else since yesterday lapsed without a poem:   Gauzy and high, her cry is the ghost of a ghost. It rides the wind and haunts the cliffs. Neither can rest,…

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 6

  Words hang languid and purple, ripe with who did what to whom. The tink tink tink of a teaspoon against a tumbler of sweet tea. The rocker’s complaints against the grain of the wood. It was all too much. I let the screen door snap behind me.  

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 5

  Way to go Wisconsin!!! In this great nation politics is personal- revolution’s here

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 4

It’s late. Whistle to keep steady. You know how it is on Patch Road. Black limbs rollick high in the cottonwood and the wind clamors through Mrs. MacGruder’s chimes. It’s the place to bring your date to listen for something making its way among wrist-thin birches whispering of wild rose.  

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 3

Slide behind the wheel of a summer Saturday, take it for a spin. Crank the music, some 80s new wave or mix tape from a long-ago friend that reminds you of a time when life stretched long and winding. You couldn’t see and you didn’t care what was around the bend.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 2

I wanted to work with a poetic form called the lune, which has a 5-3-5 syllable structure. Here, I strung three lunes together to compliment my obsession with vintage gothic romance covers. Plus it made me laugh. Barefoot through the bog white silk tears on naked branches. Without doubt, he knows her return’s inevitable She seems not to…

Nation Poetry Writers’ Month (NaPoWriMo) 2016

April is poetry month. Welcome to 30 new daily poems by yours truly. Today is a free verse written in 21-syllable stanzas.  (Maybe there’s even a name for that…) Where have you gone? I peer behind the curly-edged, shiny finish of old photographs. * You’re there, face to the sun, one hand in salute shields your tender brown eyes from the orange glare. *…