One month A capsule of freedom When homework is over And classrooms fade into memory With long days and starry nights and ice cream whenever you want it Trips to distant places Swallowing too much ocean Laughter with no prompting Sleeping in late A reprieve from the machine when work takes a backseat to hitching a ride on the childhood dream that summer lasts forever *** This is the first poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break away…
Thanks to my friend and creative partner Laurie Smithwick’s inspiration, I’m focusing on art every day for 30 days. Laurie did 100 consecutive days of watercolors (twice) which was amazing to follow. However, I’m no painter so I’m going to do poetry. I’m no poet either, but I do have moments when I see beauty in the routine and mundane. My fear is that I don’t know whether I even have it in me to stop and think about something deeply…
You are going to die. It could be by a train this afternoon, or it could be in 70 years when you’re happy from having lived a full life, but you are going to expire and turn to dust. For the sake of this post, let’s say you’ll live to be 95. The reward for a long life is the accumulation of age. And with age comes certain … let’s call them variables. Like most people, when I was young…
We ended our amazing trip to St. Croix, boarded our flight to Miami, and things got interesting.
Every so often I feel the ascension of birds in my chest Soft reminders of the seeds of art that have taken root deep within me revealing themselves during insignificant moments as I hack my way through the daily grind in a world that doesn’t stop for moments but rather longs for the promise of tomorrow Being human, I get caught up in the drone of this machine and forget But the birds remind me that the human heart is…
On her 15th birthday, my daughter received a beta fish from a kid who lived in the neighborhood. A kid who had been in our house many times. A kid who would know we weren’t “fish people.” I thought it an odd gift. And then thought, what an odd fish. Beta are strikingly beautiful to be sure, and this one was no exception. He was blue with feathery red fins. We named him Beta. And Beta looked lonely in that…
