Another response to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt – a whimsical poem about a huge dinner that follows a structure that is both containing and creativity-inspiring
Gordons Parks was a photographer, composer, author, poet, and film director, but more importantly for me, he was a prominent figure in my childhood and got into my psyche and my poetry.
Steven Thomas Harvell left us too soon. But his imprint is indelible, as you’ll know from this ragged, jagged little poem. A decade without him. A lifetime to go.
I found the dVerse Poet’s Pub last week and got a huge dose of inspiration. This post – and poem – are in response to the prompt you can find here: dVerse Dead Poets’ Society. The challenge from Kim, who was hosting the “gathering”, was […]
Everyone touches the world in their own way. Making my own tiny imprint through this blog, I need to balance the dark with the light, the yin with the yang. This post and poem are gentle and positive.
A poem formed from snatches of conversations overheard at a restaurant in Mississippi.
A bench is an invitation to become one with it for a while, to sit and be still in your surroundings, and let nature and the world flow around you.
A poem dedicated to my brother, a victim of suicide, who suffered in silence. Call the suicide prevention hotline at 800-273-8255.
In the winter of our COVID-19 discontent, spring is a reminder that resilience, empathy and love are the strongest contagions.
Everyone touches the world in their own way. Making my own tiny imprint through this blog, I want to write more about the gentle things in life.
A poem by Gordon Parks speaks of curiosity, wonder, celebration of life and nature, and the awesome, simple, dead-on-target mindfulness of children.