Total Recall

Each time I put on my makeup, I recall a social media meme a friend posted a few years ago. It was humorous and likely made people giggle. Yet, it has come to mind hundreds of times since. My eyes are different. Everyone has an asymmetrical face but mine are quite different. The brows above […]

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The Rooster

An ekphrastic poem is a vivid description of a scene or, more commonly, a work of art. Through the imaginative act of narrating and reflecting on the “action” of a painting or sculpture, the poet may amplify and expand its meaning. You are so bold, Mr. Rooster To crow so early in the morn Your colors– so confident A psychedelic […]

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Sunday

Another entry from my observation journal. I always get hungry for Chick Fil-A on Sundays. I drive by them other days of the week but they aren’t as inviting as when they are closed. I chuckle to myself because this has happened more times than I can count. Perhaps it is the empty parking lot […]

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Windows to the Soul

An entry from my observation journal. My daughter turned 21 years old a few weeks ago. Today we are in Africa and her striking blue eyes capture the attention of many. People say she looks like me but those who are better judges of similarity know she resembles her dad all the more. I watch […]

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The Office

I’m sorry I’m late, I didn’t want to come. What I wish I could say when I walk into the office. Instead, my teeth are clenched as I open the door, wondering which mood will greet me as I step in. Whew! The boss man’s door is closed— today I beat him in. Although I […]

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Autumn Lake

Perched with pretzel legs

   Her favorite earthen cup by her side,
   She’s embraced by her lover’s sweater.

A gold beam grazes the top of the birch trees.
   Glitter dances its way across the water,

   To kiss the top of her head.

A slow, deep drum–
   A funeral dirge.
   No one has died;

   But everyone is gone.

Labrador’s tongue            laps;

   An insatiable thirst.

Crisp dollar bills hang on the breeze–

   Some fall and tumble,

   Rolling like distant applause

A teakettle fretting.

A dumpling dropping into soup.

Cotton sheets snap in the wind.

A wooden rocker softly whimpers,

   Slow and steady–

   It’s joints aching.

A poetry style that does not define what is envisioned but offers descriptions of the sounds.
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33 1/3

It’s not a melody that soothes my soul.A chorus of four words.Repeating. Skip.Repeat. Skip.Repeat. The volume gets louder.The four words echo. Skip.Repeat. The acoustics are horrible.No softness to absorb the sound    That came from the speaker.The sound reverberates on calloused walls.Hardened.Unforgiving. Skip.Repeat. Skip.Repeat. The door did not slam.The needle did not scrape across the vinyl.The […]

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