Special pockets in her bloomers, Bottles hidden by her skirt. Rapid Railway Detroit, Monday riders, SRO. Then her bottles clink, No one hears her so she thinks. Whiskey down her thigh, Time to act before it’s worse. Stop at Harper, drop her drawers, Look around and out the doors!
It's been a month since I posted. Wow. I've been writing my novel and the first draft is about 75% done. The time when I'm not writing, I've been stewing about the covid-19 response here in our country. It breaks my heart that so many have been ill and that many deaths could have been … Continue reading The Great Divide
I wrote a poem from words that came from a jewelry catalog: cut, bend, wrap, bring, create, choose, hold, release, know, abrade, spiral, materials, gems, mountain, wires, lifetime, pieces, generations, crystal, pendant, ruby, silk, faceted The gems of a lifetime are created not just within mountains but wherever we go.We bring with us the materials … Continue reading Found Words – A Poem?
This is my first shot at free verse. Constructive feedback would be appreciated. He sits at the foot of my bed His words a river Filling the empty lake Of his daughter’s soul. Those days when my spine quivers, He becomes the mountain at my back. When I worry myself into a knot He is … Continue reading This Man
How am I frustrated? Let me count the ways! Frustration to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when quarantined from sight. My hands untouched are waiting for your grace. My anger grows with freedom gone for days Thus my quiet need becomes bright light. It irks me freely, but to protest … Continue reading Confinement