Yes Yes, is such a hope-filled word I wish I had said Yes to Brant when he was tangled in the emotions of being an 8-year-old from a broken family. Yes, to being the kind of teacher that gave him permission to be “naughty” (whatever…

I remember Blossom who kept me company when Dad was angry she sang “Row, Row, Row Your Boat” lazily and merrily and tried not to be scared, so I could be brave I remember taking Blossom with me to kindergarten that first day when I…

The Dictionary.com word of the day for Saturday is paucity. Paucity When something is lacking or needing more when there is only a bit of any particular thing a deficit of dimes for the coin collector, a scarcity of snakes for the snake lover, a…

Rainbow-rimmed orange Slice painted on the cloudy canvas, full of hope

I read about a call for poems about World Food Day with inspiring, forward-looking messages against hunger. You can read more about it on Laura Shoven’s blog if you are interested. I’m drafting a poem here for the Poetry Marathon. Quivering, savage, ravaging pain Intolerable,…

so much depends upon the rock pile skyscraper against the periwinkle sky spread with streaks of sourdough cloud formations and a sunrise of good hope First line taken from William Carlos Williams ‘The Red Wheelbarrow’. Prompt – Use at least five of these words/phrases:  Forest…

Normal Normal, who throws going out to dinner around like we never forgot and asks, how’s it going? who is ever changing and wears different gear each season who sometimes is busy every hour and sometimes has nothing to do but overeat until we finally…

I learned about an Elfchen poem from Donnetta Norris this past week. Here is one about walking from the last hour’s prompt. Stride to find all the hopes promised in arriving ready Strong

I have a list of poems I wanted to try, so some of these are getting a workout for The Poetry Marathon. Here was a sweet poem from Buffy Silverman called “Rainbow-Colored Springtime.” She wrote this sweet rhythm with each line ending with time. There…

Oh my goodness. It is only 7:00 p.m. here, but I’m already slap happy. I just grabbed a scary book off the shelf and will use the last line. Here goes nothing… No Witnesses It was the first time the roof of the emerald convertible…