Sister Aimee’s improbable disguise (A poem)

This originated as a cut-up poem constructed using phrases cut out of some wacky religious book that showed up in people’s mailboxes last week. I rewrote most of the lines to make them flow more smoothly. It’s no surprise that the loving heart wants to rule the world without ever being revealed Her hand is [...]

NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 13: Confession poem #1 (a poem)

For Day 13, I went with the Writer’s Digest April PAD Challenge prompt, which was to write a confession poem… I write poems about you so obvious I’m almost afraid to show them to you I keep secrets very well so close to vest you would never know I would never tell Still, I can’t hide [...]

NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 12: What happens when I try to get up earlier (a poem)

I did not follow any specific prompts for Day 12. Still, this poem feels somewhat like the damage poem suggested in today’s Writer’s Digest April PAD Challenge prompt… The Sunday morning coffee is slightly bitter but I’m sleepy The only problem is that I can still remember the sleepiness is not enough to overcome the power [...]

Sunday mornings at Grandma’s house (a poem)

Today’s prompt in The Daily Poet by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano is to write a poem that uses I remember to begin each line. I wrote such a poem a few weeks ago, but decided to give this challenge a try nonetheless. This time, I thought back to Sunday morning breakfasts at my grandparents’ house [...]