Your name is NINE?
#SOLC19 No. 14
“Strangers are just family you have yet to come to know.” –Mitch Albom
In the Garden Room
#SOLC19 No. 13.
I remember it well. It was a Saturday morning. Unannounced, he came into my kitchen …
Pot Cheese
#SOL19 No. 12
When I was a child, my mother made pot cheese.
Jam Anyone?
#SOLC19 No. 11.
When I was young, jelly or jam was served with toast at breakfast. Once in a while, it would be served if we had hot biscuits. . . once in a while.
Seeds
#SOLC19 No. 10.
A sower went out to sow.
Saving Time
#SOLC19. No. 9.
Every spring, I grumble about moving my clock ahead an hour. Then I put my grumbling into a poem –“Change the Clock,” fashioned after Dr. Seuss’s GREEN EGGS AND HAM.
Land-Locked
#SOLC19. No. 8.
“To feel the wind, sea-scented, on my cheek / … I but crave / That sad, caressing murmur of the wave / That breaks in tender music on the shore.
The Grandma
#SOLC19 No. 7.
I am alone, gently pushing myself back and forth on the yard swing surrounded by the hush of a warm summer evening …
Travel Journal: TSA
#SOLC19 No. 6.
My doctor said it was the first time TSA had ever diagnosed one of his patients.
The Earth Moved
#SOLC19 No. 5.
How-To Writing: Six-Word Stories. “Tell a story in six words, that’s the task.”
Six Words
#SOLC19 No. 4.
Tell a story in six words, that’s the task!
Inhale. Exhale.
#SOLC19 No. 3.
To live, we must inhale goodness, kindness, grace, peace, joy. To live, we must exhale bitterness, hatred, rage, hurt, fear.
It’s a Draft
#SOLC19 No. 2.
My mantra for March #SOLC19 is “Brief and Rough.”
Where’s the Snow?
#SOLC19 No. 1.
I stood and watched by the window
The noiseless work of the sky, …
You, Me, without Love
I could feel it as I read the words, but whatever it was, it was unclear — as if it were shrouded in a fog.
Grow Lovely, Growing Old
“Let me grow lovely, growing old– “
Evidence on the Box
I placed a plate of thin apple slices and salty tortilla chips on the table and sat down across from him.
Forever
I read that passage again, and then I wrote a poem. . . . a Skinny because fewer words seemed best and some words needed repeating.
Trellised
Slice of Life. an untrellised cucumber Isn't it amazing how being a teacher permeates everything we do and think? At least it does for me. Who but a teacher would think of the classroom when looking at a gardening post? And I'm not talking about a science project...
Kites
Poetry Friday. Today is National Kite-Flying Day. That's what I just read. Hmmm... I've always associated kites with March winds. I wonder? And... last night I watched "Kite Runner." I wonder now, was it scheduled to coincide with this special kite day? Intrigued, I...
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