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Blackout Poetry

Today’s offering comes to you via my 10 year old daughter Bethany, who finds that blackout poetry is a peaceful way to pass the time. Give it a try. I know I want to.

Like a Kiss

Like a Kiss I can’t write without a reader. It’s precisely like a kiss–you can’t do it alone. ~John Cheever I am a writer without a reader. There is a price for my soul and here it is, a placid quietude where the turbulent…

Morning Glories

Here is a lighthearted piece I wrote in response to a prompt about a childhood memory. I thought this appropriate for a post-Father’s Day piece. Happy June! ~ Morning Glories California garden: Bougainvillea, peach tree, Stepfather’s roses. Stepfather’s roses, No match against this purchase:…

Bones

This comes from a prompt by Kelli Russell Agodon. The prompt is as follows: “Grab the closest book. Go to page 29. Write down 10 words that catch your eye. Use 7 of the words in a poem. For extra credit, have 4 of…

All in the Course of an Evening

All in the Course of an Evening I drove home from work, picked up kebabs and a bag of dog food, retrieved a toddler from daycare, received the hurricane of teen stories, coached manners and apologies, nursed a trampoline owie, and deftly extracted a…

An Unexpected Downpour

An Unexpected Downpour Rain taps an orchestra atop my van in traffic. I need to pick up my daughter. We inch along. Never hurried, my deaf son stares. His mouth hangs open. Drops stream madly. The windshield gleams, rivulets of paisley. Ordinary gives way,…

Parabola

Parabola A parabola is elegant and functional. The axis of symmetry divides us into equal parts. Whatever you do to one side you must do to the other side. Mirrored. U-shaped. You. The equation. The curves. Everything you are, encompassed on this plane, like…

The Weather Report is Grim

The Weather Report is Grim The joke around here involves a quick spring The jacket stays home The sun is warm before a dump of snow The geese arrive wafting against the clouds a delicate strand The trees start budding We become transparent In…

Mirror Eyes

Our own Anne Pyle supplied the prompt which inspired this piece, which was to write about what a mirror sees. I also have to give a shout-out to my son Wolfgang; when I asked him how a mirror works, I knew he would have…

Should Not I Know Better by Now?

In times of famine I yet eat.
In times of feasting then I starve.