Why I Love Writing

I believe that you can change the world through writing and other creative works. Maybe it’s not always a simple or obvious process, but each word might be one small step towards a greater journey. One way I see this is through my students. Even those who at first tell me that they don’t enjoy

Poem: In the swamp

Ripples in dark water tasting wood’s groovy edges pulling limbs in farther past grassy trail ledges through heathered shadows under muddied reflections hear the frogs croak and bellow hear the echo’s misdirection I’m responding to another W3 prompt today, hosted by David at The Skeptic’s Kaddish. The criteria this week was provided by Kunjal at

Poem: Message in a Bottle

feet sink into cool sand leaving whispered stories washed away with wave’s lullaby only slipping onto some other sands wading in memories brushing ashore again For this week’s #TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge, we were given the task to write a Butterfly Cinquain. I fell in love with this form when I first tried it a couple

Poem: Illusion

Bromegrass breaks stubbornly through ice-crusted snow fighting silently branches sighing beside me. The air smells of rainy evergreens and for a moment I think the clouds part for us baring sun-kissed azure but it’s only the breeze nature’s tongue scolding us back inside.

Poem: Daylilies

Orange daylilies and sun-topped scapes reach heavenward forgetting worries turning their strands to sage and moss shades, flecked with fiery blaze Image credit: Authentic Wisconsin

Poem: Dreams of Spring

three fresh leaves blossom lime haze in morning sunburst birdsong sprinkles earth baby grasses stretch limbs free reaching up for sun’s rebirth

Poem: Winter Night

Hunting Orion’s famed shape through my Pixel’s lens: crystalline stars the perfect opulence of night, pitchy purple shadow sky

Poem: 20 Below Zero

Billowed bitter air
puffs from purple lips. Clumsy,
frost-nipped fingertips…

Poem: Wind’s Tapestry

Strength in Simple Words

Last week I went in for my annual mammogram, and the technologist recognized me instantly. “How old is your little guy now?” “He’ll be two on Sunday,” I said, surprising myself by how quickly time had passed. “Already?!” She couldn’t believe it either. At my very first mammogram, she’d met my son, who had only