#SundaySentence

I learned about #sundaysentence on writer-poet @ErikaDreifus’ The Practicing Writer blog. The Sunday Sentence project, started by author @ImDavidAbrams, encourages people to share - “out of context and without commentary” - the best sentence they’ve read during the past week. So much glorious, profound, and quirky writing to be found at that Twitter hashtag. I … Continue reading #SundaySentence

Confluence (2)

The headless chicken monster strikes again. Another disclaimer. This poem’s also a little graphic. You’ve been warned.     Confluence   ii. I don’t eat chicken anymore. But not because I stood at Mama’s right elbow, saw her strip the skins from onion, tomatoes, green peppers. A willing witness, I watched her render their varied … Continue reading Confluence (2)

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

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