For the past several weeks, I’ve been posting my allegorical short story in serial form.
Today I bring you the conclusion as Flora comes to the rescue…
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Poetry Month Day 10: Driving the Point Home
Today’s #VerseLove prompt, “Look Closely,” comes from Joanne Emery. Her poem for the day tells the story of the house of her loved ones. As I read her work, a poem I’ve been percolating on the back burner might be ready to come to the surface. So I’ll give it a go.
Poetry Month Day 8: Birthright
Today’s #VerseLove poem explores a gesture (along with a few other choice things) I inherited from my dad.
Poetry Month Day 5: Scars
Today’s poem is a challenge on #VerseLove to write a poem about a scar. I chose to write about my scars as tourist destinations…
Poetry Month Day 4: The Places I’ll Go
Today’s #VerseLove prompt is to take inspiration from travel. I knew which travel I wanted to write about – when I stayed in Sandusky, Ohio while my son was in the hospital there. I remember how otherworldly it felt being out one morning on a kayak. Not gonna lie: this poem WRESTLED me.
Poetry Month, Day 3: Ode to False Spring
Today, I wanted to write something deep and pithy. Clever, however, butted in line and stole Pithy’s number at the deli counter. Here it is…
Poetry Month Day 2: Spring Is
I wrote this tricube (3 verses, 3 lines each, 3 syllables each) in response to Ethical ELA’s Verselove. I’ve long lurked and read, but finally jumped in and added my two (twenty-seven?) cents…
Poetry Month Day 1: Easing In with an Etheree
Today, for the start of poetry month, an etheree.
Slice of Life Day 28: The Best Part
Ask me what was best about today, And I could tell you it was a sunny day Or the crocuses in bloom Or a good workout Or a delightful dog walk But the best part, by far, Was having to set the table for four once again. It’s good to have my guy home, ifContinue reading “Slice of Life Day 28: The Best Part”
Slice of Life Day 27: On Yard Work
Muddled through memories and grief while gardening today, and (metaphors being what they are) I grew a poem…
Soapbox: The Way I see Things 