A poem in honor of the first snow day of the winter.
Brown pleading eyes so hopeful so earnest. I can hear her thoughts, I’m ready! Just give me the sign! I won’t let you down. She’s distracted. I’m focused. I pick up my pen. She lays by my feet waiting for the inevitable writer’s block.… Continue Reading “Patient Companion”
This is the face of satisfaction: Computer shut mission accomplished satisfied. But it’s really like this: 258 free verse poems roughed it’s an ugly baby right now but it’s complete! And it doesn’t take long to feel like this: What’s next? Reading Wired for… Continue Reading “Mission Accomplished”
I have a confession to make. I broke the cardinal rule of writing a rough draft. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I had to do it. I read my entire MS. I know, I know. Full steam ahead. No looking back. But I… Continue Reading “Confession”
Sound the alarm! Sound the alarm! There’s a rumbly monster outside! It’s getting nearer. Stand guard! It’s getting closer. Louder now! It’s coming for us! Ready? Bark Attack! It’s passing us! We’ve got it running for cover! You better keep going you yellow-bellied giantly… Continue Reading “5 am on duty”
Phillip Larrea, a poet from California, is credited with creating the poetic form called Tricube. It is deceptively simple. Three stanzas. Three lines per stanza. Three syllables per line. Time to play! First Day Pencils sharp Clothes sorted Haircuts trimmed Dawdling girl excited boy… Continue Reading “Playing with Tricube Poetry”