A jumble of memories from 1988…
Whirlwind tour (A poem)
Back to the pantoum again. (Note that, although there is an actual word, carbonnade, that refers to Flemish beef stew, carbonade in this poem is a made-up word.)
Turning back to the path I thought I was on before life took me somewhere else (A poem)
Writing epistles is harder than I thought it would be. So far, I feel like I’m ending up with a really bad ‘artist’s rendering’…
A morning poem (a poem)
The January 16th prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, is to come up with a list of ten words each about oil and snow, then to alternate a word from the two lists in each line of a poem until all the words have been used. My snow words were granule, icy, angels, crystalline, blanket, powder, pack, flurry, blizzard, and flake; my oil words were fuel, golden, stain, fluid, smooth, slick, viscous, slip, flammable, and commodity.
…so close I could taste you.
The touch of your skin
still lingered upon my fingertips… Continue reading