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Category Archives: My Poetry
Relief
a delicate strand of an afternoon– her threads are unraveling, hanging off. she’s thankful for the friend who’s a phone call away. they devour sandwiches, both tired, hungry, worn thin by this day, its drama and defeats. mustard and mayonnaise … Continue reading
Posted in Favorite Posts, My Poetry
Tagged butterfly, cigarettes, friends, poetry, sandwiches, smoking, tired
67 Comments
The Death of a Teacher
the phone rings, the school principal calling. she tells me Izzy’s teacher has died. my insides crumple like wilted flowers i choke up and cry ugly tears, wiping snot on my shirt and all i can think is how i … Continue reading
Posted in My Poetry
Tagged All Things Fadra, death, donuts, Fadra Nally, izzy, SOC, stream of consciousness
51 Comments
In the Dark of Night
Today I am linking up with The Lightning & the Lightning-Bug for the prompt, “In the Dark of Night.” ************************************************** I tiptoe in to check on you, five crumpled dollar bills in my fist. You sleep hard, tangled up in sheets, … Continue reading
Posted in Favorite Posts, My Poetry
Tagged baby, childhood, growing up, izzy, LALB prompt, lightning & linghtning bug, loose tooth, tooth fairy
72 Comments
My Tell-Tale Heart
Looking for my Storkie giveaway? CLICK HERE! This week Galit Breen asked us to conjure something. An object, a person, a feeling, a color, a season- whatever we like. But don’t tell us what it is, conjure it. In 100 words. … Continue reading
Posted in My Poetry
Tagged edgar allan poe, Galit Breen, remember red, tell tale heart, write on edge
50 Comments
Where I’m From–New Orleans
Looking for my Storkie giveaway? CLICK HERE! I found this writing excercise via Galit Breen’s blog, These Little Waves, and she got it from Mama Kat. It’s been on my mind for awhile, but I’ve been distracted. Now it’s time. … Continue reading
Posted in Favorite Posts, My Poetry
Tagged aiming low, anxiety, bipolar disorder, childhood, Galit Breen, gay dad, George Ella Lyon, mama kat, New Orleans, poboys, poetry, red bean, writing prompt
43 Comments
Magic & Mystery
Magic, mystery and someone else’s master plan have brought you here. You perch daintily in my lap, delicate as a flower. I will not hurt you. You’ve traveled a long way. You are tired. I will take care of you. … Continue reading
Bourbon Street Barefoot
It’s dark and late, so late I don’t even hear the Clydesdales clopping anymore. Ambling down Bourbon Street barefoot, I admire my OPI Red pedicure, although surely it will soon be coated with dirt. Blissfully drunk, my shoulders bump into my friends beside me. I laugh, so … Continue reading
Posted in My Non-Fiction, My Poetry
Tagged Bourbon Street, Clydesdales, French Quarter, hurricanes, New Orleans, Pat O' Brien's, wedding
92 Comments
New Orleans Honeysuckle: Gramma’s Backyard
image courtesy of lakeshorepreserve.wisc.edu Honeysuckle vines spill over the fence, falling like a fountain, cascades of bright green. The white flowers in my grandmother’s backyard look like tiny, delicate bells I tenderly bring the clear drop of nectar to my lips, … Continue reading
