9 An Erasure Poem — Excerpt from Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson: The Black Spot Life, Struck Plainly hunched, tattered deformed. My life, a dreadful-looking figure. … Continue reading
The sky is scarlet blinding on white ice casting shadows on the sparrow. Feathers plume on the sparrow. The holly, with berries scarlet, shimmers under ice. Warmth compels the ice … Continue reading
I so long await for the splashing springtime rain then lament the wet.
I type a story, to lose yourself in its plot. In a file, it sits.
A poet? Not I. I fling word coins on a page and one nickel stands.
In my head words live. Neurons fire chemical pens. I dream; stories wake.
From: The Daily Prompt The Prompt: What makes a teacher great? A Response that was a First Click: Nerdy Woman A Response that was a Last Click: Musical Chairs A … Continue reading
From: The Daily Prompt The Prompt: A writer once said, “You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with.” If this is true, which five … Continue reading
From: The Daily Prompt The Prompt: What’s your ideal Saturday morning? Are you doing those things this morning? Why not? A Response that was a First Click: Q The Adult … Continue reading
When I was 17 years old a girl from my high school that I didn’t know was shot and killed. I don’t remember much, but a few students … Continue reading
Do Over 10-28-07 If granted a moment in time To do over things of regret It would never be for what was Tried and failed, lost or won. … Continue reading