Beyond All Ken

Tonight’s poem comes from the following IWWG (International Women’s Writing Guild) prompt: The dead know everything. For this week's writing exercise, begin there. Or end there: write toward it. Or insert this breathtaking phrase in the middle of your piece (prose or verse).     Ken   the dead know everything they understand you are … Continue reading Beyond All Ken

Cento for Your Thoughts

I’ve been on a poetry book buying/reading jag in the last year. A long overdue occurrence. I’ve also been on a form poetry writing jag. So far, the forms have been - pantoum, elegy, aubade, haiku, tanka, monostich, free verse, golden shovel, and tonight’s form, cento.     Bone Cento from Bone by Yrsa Daley-Ward … Continue reading Cento for Your Thoughts

For All We Know

Stories, stories everywhere. Especially here.     This   Everything catches my eye: spent blossoms of blue plumbago in a small tidy heap vivid beneath grass-green leaves and its whip-like stems a man, stopped mid-stride on a sidewalk, debating with air the time and its demons, ragged clothing aflap on his livewire frame Nostalgic for … Continue reading For All We Know

Winged Creatures

In myth and lore, winged creatures mark endings or transitions. A butterfly, the passage of the soul from one plane to another. Moths were the ancestors' eyes upon their people. Birds, the messengers of the gods.     Sorrow   Birds appeared after your last time. A flight stood at windows, clustered on the grounds. … Continue reading Winged Creatures