I'm putting together a group of poems for a new book and ran across this one. It was printed in Upcountry eMagazine a couple years ago. Thought I'd share: Pray for Rain Bone white breasts,your milk has dried.Where will your children feed?The corn has curledlike pineapple sticks; There will be no bread for supper. Our... Continue Reading →
Memoir Poetry
Most people would argue that poetry is about writing what's inside you. Sometimes, though, it's about writing what you would like to be inside you. It’s good she said It’sgood to Lookfrom pen topaper pad tocoffee cup -blackfilled- to blackand white cat onher lap Smell the thrum cadence of rotted Cyprusand green alli- gators in... Continue Reading →
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Poetry Basket
We must walk past our kitchen table a couple dozen times a day. For the past few months, we've kept a poetry basket centered there. In the basket are books of poetry, books on writing poetry, paper pads, pens and pencils. Any time of the day, one or both of us (my husband is a... Continue Reading →
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Asphalt Freedom
This is a favorite poem, often requested, from the Breathe I book. Breathe, for those of you who don't know, is a writers' critique group based in Caribou, Maine. We put out an anthology every year. Breathe I was published in 2009. Asphalt Freedom She was a pink Schwinntall and shapely likethat steed I’d named her... Continue Reading →
