Early winter / late spring, as only a midwesterner can see it:
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Slice of Life Day 1: What Slice of Life Does
At this time of year, I search my neighborhood for signs of spring, hunting for hints of wonder. Today’s writing came to me in much the same fashion.
Slice of Life Tuesday: Dear Mrs. Levin
A student wrote an email that broke my heart, just a little. I found them in the hallway yesterday and told them I need time to think about all the beautiful and thoughtful questions they asked before responding back.
But I still feel the need to acknowledge their words. I’m carrying this kid with me. Perhaps you recognize either yourself or another kid here. My hope is, next week, I’ll have a poem to offer in response.
Slice of Life Tuesday: Winter Poem
Today’s poem is about winter, but it’s really for all of us feeling overwhelmed, hopeless, or alone.
Clearing the Air: The Finale
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…
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…
Soapbox: The Way I see Things 