Picnic Tree
In the dverse poets pub tonight, the topic is trees and Under The Canopy, which fills me with love and light. That is what we do! We care for trees. (A memory from long ago when I was in school – and...
View ArticleHeartbeat – Poetry for dverse
There is a picture circulating of a little girl in an Iraqi orphanage, who misses her mother, so she drew a chalk outline of her mom, curled up within the lines and fell asleep inside her mother....
View ArticleThrow-Back Thursday: Another Year, Another Show
These photos are all from the 2009 show, Strengthen Me with Raisins. Back in 2007, I performed my very first Poetry Show as part of the Rogue Festival in Fresno, CA. I was 39 years old, and I floated...
View ArticleOpen-Mic Poetry Gathering
Did I ever show you this handmade gift from Benjamin this year? Talk about a gift that went straight to my heart. I have never cried more over a present in my life. That he knew my deepest desire, and...
View ArticleDays of Soup and Holler
It seems as if the geese could bump into each other in this mist, each screeching into the void sounding out to the others calling the way forward southward, onward toward the next season, the next...
View ArticleSink Down Deep
What does it mean to sink down deep Into who you are and speak your truth And be yourself, and have your own Moment of HOWL, to sound your own Barbaric Yawp over the rooftops of the world? It may...
View ArticleBecause Cleaning is so Distracting
Or rather, we have a friend coming over this afternoon, and so the boys are cleaning, and I am cleaning, and we are all getting distracted by the things we are supposed to be putting away. I’m...
View ArticleThe Soundtrack of our Lives
This morning I woke up with a song in my head, and it’s a good one. It’s the one I blast in my car on the way to Poetry Slam. It’s the one I sing along to and throw little girl-power dance parties to...
View ArticleFilling Small Pages with Enormous Words of Love
These are the tiny books Bean has made for me in the last week. The Best Mom book is 22 pages with my name written on every page, and as you can see, just larger than a quarter. The other book with...
View ArticleFerocious Calm
Ferocious Calm I am angry and I feel slighted and perhaps, I’m being childish; but I want to pout and stamp …
View ArticleInhabit
"At this point in his life, he hadn't started inhabiting his work, like he did later."
View ArticleInhabit
"At this point in his life, he hadn't started inhabiting his work, like he did later."
View ArticlePoetry in Music and Dance
There is so much poetry in dance, in the way bodies sidle up to one another and barely touch and then move away, only to come back around and move together suggestively, still holding back, still...
View ArticleBrains on Fire
I have read that teenagers’ brains want to learn through hunger, thirst, and desire.* This is not something they do on purpose to annoy us. They are chemically altered because of their age and the...
View ArticleBared Claws
I have heard of the dance of Eagles mating. I have seen the statue of talons out sharp; a fierce battle and free fall – wings and bodies tumbling over one another as they drop to earth.
View ArticleMothers
The conflict happens because she’s right and she loves you. And yet, we strive against all her rightness, her great ideas, Her prodding us into things that challenge and define us. She made memories...
View ArticleRestored
When something takes on otherworldly proportions because of its simplicity and beauty.
View ArticleThe Stories of our Lives
It all started with Harold & the Purple Crayon. My youngest and I read the story together in front of a blazing fire and he said he wanted to have this book in his collection someday when he grows...
View ArticleSweetness or Stuff
A little memory – a treasure to cherish. Rummaging in the Antique Store with my boys, looking through playthings of the past. They call me to try on a beautiful faux fur, and it fits, and it’s...
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