Northern Summer I want to go swimming in the brook like we used to, getting lost in time until we couldn't feel our fingers and toes, only getting out when our lips turned blue. Wrapped shivering in towels we'd try to get warm on a rock in the sun, talking and giggling and imagining. The no-see-ums … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 28: Northern Summer
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NaPoWriMo 27: Eevee-cat and the Bugs
Eevee-cat and the Bugs The porch light draws the bugs to our back door She knows they will find the holes in the screen and lies in wait, splayed out on the cool floor. She plays, then chokes them down: extra protein.
NaPoWriMo 26: A Slippery Slope
A Slippery Slope Peculiar. Eccentric. Strange. Quirky. Odd. Sad. Bizarre. Outrageous. Anal. Oddball. Aberrant. Outlandish. Whimsical. Freak. Awkward. Screw loose. Ditzy. Wacko. Gonzo. Weird. Cuckcoo for CoCo Puffs. Meshuga. Touched. Loopy. Crazed. Lost your marbles. Loony. Nutso. Bonkers. Nutty. Out of your mind. Basket case. Cracked up. Stark raving mad. Cray. Nuts. Bananas. Off your … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 26: A Slippery Slope
NaPoWriMo 25: The Trees Have Their Own Songs
The Trees Have Their Own Songs Now that you’ve learned the songs of 100 birds, your task is to learn the sounds of 20 trees. It is especially easy when it rains: “a splatter of metallic sparks” or “a low, clean, woody thump” or “a speed-typist’s clatter.” This acoustic world is open to everyone, but … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 25: The Trees Have Their Own Songs
NaPoWriMo 24: What’s On The Menu (Haiku)
What's On The Menu Coffee for dinner A melatonin nightcap I could be thinner
NaPoWriMo 23: The Objects She Left Behind
The Objects She Left Behind for Emma Morano Fame came late in life, to the tiny two-room church-owned apartment. Her simplicity was sculptural; photos of her parents and siblings, some religious images, anti-aging cream she applied every evening. "The doctor told me to change air, and I'm still here!" She would sneak out at night … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 23: The Objects She Left Behind
NaPoWriMo 21: Haunted
Haunted You're in my nightmares, calling me all those names that are really what you think of yourself. Deep in my wiring, though we share no blood, I will never fully exorcise you. Even when you die I will revive you, imprinted with all you held against me.
NaPoWriMo 20: Emerge Poem 1
New paradigm in global exploration. Sub-meter resolution imagery identify cultural heritage sites across undeveloped landscape. Remote sensing massive datasets led to human perception seeking undefined anomalies. Study unknown anomalies within remote data statistical trends highlight collective human perception. For more information on what the heck is going on here, please visit Science Stanzas, which I … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 20: Emerge Poem 1
NaPoWriMo 19: Cake Almost Sonnet
Cake Almost Sonnet NB: May 3 is my annual cake tasting day Angel Food, Devil's Food, Bûche de Noël Madeira, King, Bundt, Lady Baltimore Gingerbread, Death by Chocolate, Angel Baked Alaska, Battenberg, Petits Fours Coffee, Tiramisu, Babka, Daquoise Molton Chocolate, Whoopie Pie, Pancake Tea, Princess, Baba, Jaffa, Génoise German Chocolate, Croquembouche, Cupcake Meringue, Ice Cream, … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 19: Cake Almost Sonnet
NaPoWriMo 18: Fabric
Fabric It's not just the pattern and color, it's the hand – the feel of the fabric. I can tell just by rubbing fabric whether or not it has polyester, cotton, silk, wool. It's the drape, too. That's like the hand, but with gravity added – how gracefully does it fold, how does it move … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 18: Fabric
Little Golden Notebook 