For people like me, there’s a sense of loss from the abrupt ending of Anthony Bourdain’s huge contribution to the canons of travel, food and cultural understanding, and a reluctant but absolutely unavoidable comparison to our own unwelcome experiences with the savage, raw, rollercoaster aftermath of suicide.
A poem from the heart on Mothers’ Day about the incredible blessing of having a kid.
Homemade soup is the daily prompt for NaHaiWriMo and Glover Gardens has a haiku and a lentil soup story that’s just right.
This artist’s studio, a room preserved as it was at one time at the Museum of Montmartre in Paris, inspires me. I knew when I first saw it that I wanted a room like this. a room of her own (where the self can be…
Like a woman who wears an inappropriate dress to a party but feels like a million bucks in it, I think I’ll just write haiku my way,
Julie Wenglinski’s poetry is a balm for tired hearts and minds, a respite crafted from words and emotion. As she says: “There is the nonsense of a gauzy dream that can be captured and made real in a poem.”
Hello world, friends, family and neighbors: I wish you peace, love, happiness, serenity, interesting hobbies, low blood pressure and job security. I’m not Catholic but I have a spiritual crush on St. Francis – how can you not love the patron saint of animals???!!! I ran…
The author of the A Passers By blog says, “Give me a word and I will write a poem starting with that word.” So I did!
This heartfelt, ironic, wry and ultimately sweet poem is worth 3 minutes of your time. Click on the link below to hear it read aloud. Merry Christmas. E. B. White sends Christmas greetings to uncertified accountants, old men asleep in libraries, and people who think…
A little Christmas poem from Glover Gardens about sorrow, joy and the Christmas miracle.
This beautiful, gentle, tranquil and philosophical poem is rich with imagery, illustrative of the concept and value of mindfulness, and fills me with hope.
Reconstructing Grandpa in the museum of my heart – a poem in memory of an amazing man, Thomas Carlyle Holt.
I have never said this in a public forum: my brother’s untimely death four years ago was a suicide. Hear my plea: if you’re hurting, please tell someone.
A gift of a live and blooming hibiscus, with a heartfelt haiku to celebrate Dad’s life.
I met a couple of owls during a recent trip to Scotland. Not on a walkabout in the verdant countryside – smack-dab in the middle of Edinburgh’s Royal Mile.
a free verse remembrance for an amazing man
My uncle Nathan, my mother’s brother, would have been 70 this month. He was only 40 when he died in 1988. Sad and shocked, I wrote this poem for my Mom at the time and it was part of his memorial service. Just today, I…
The list referenced here from the All Nine blog by Kelly Belmonte is a wonderful and persuasive set of arguments in favor of writing poetry.
