Poetry month challenge

It's National Poetry Month! Every April I like to challenge myself to write a poem a day for 30 days. So far I have "The Errant Corgi," "God of the Canopy of Trees," "Unkissed," and "My Backyard Neighbor Miss Betty." When I find a word or phrase I like I park it for later. I... Continue Reading →

Dollar Store Tiara

I walked the dog early today And forgot I was wearing my dollar store tiara Plastic, missing a pink paste jewel A handy hairband while mixing breakfast biscuits. Mainly it inspires me like a writing prompt To banish the censor at my desk, to follow my muse And let creativity tumble out onto morning pages... Continue Reading →

Poems in everyday places

I love my writer friends from Virginia - magazine editor Katharine Gotthardt; documentary filmmaker Victor Rook; nurse Jan Rayl, whose guest-post, "Always Wear Clean Underwear," remains one of the most-read pieces on my blog. All are members of Write by the Rails, the Prince William Chapter of the Virginia Writer’s Club. Their latest literary activism is... Continue Reading →

Exploring art in summer

Every Tuesday this summer I’ve been hanging out at the Harrison Center for Active Aging in Selma, North Carolina. First, there’s air conditioning. Second, there are artists. They range in age, greeting each other and quickly setting up art supplies to begin working on plastic covered tables. Creativity and conversation commences. Jim props up his canvas... Continue Reading →

Counting Sheets

Every April I challenge myself to write a poem a day for National Poetry Month. Here is the poem I drafted on April 2. When we cleaned out her house We found lists everywhere White index cards with her loopy cursive Line after line in black ballpoint. Put in Dining Room: Blue Hurricane Vase Walnut... Continue Reading →

Selma at the Crossroads

Last year, I volunteered on a series of events to help the Town of Selma, North Carolina commemorate its 150th year. I am honored to have a poem I wrote, "Selma at the Crossroads," included in the town's time capsule. The capsule will be sealed for the next 100 years with other items, like copies of Johnston Now magazine,... Continue Reading →

In Her Words

Historian and writer Eric Jackson asked me to read a poem or selection from the Harlem Renaissance for his Black History Month presentation at the Town of Selma Parks & Rec's Soul Food Fest on Feb. 24 from 11 am - 2 pm at the Harrison Alumni Center, 605 W Noble Street in Selma, North... Continue Reading →

Needle Song

  The crafts room in the Center for Active Living is sun-bright. Ladies circle ’round the table Opening tackle boxes of needles, thread spools, Tubes of multicolored, multi-shaped beads. Pulling stoppers, they spill out tiny Sparkling piles onto foam squares. A few skitter to the floor. I squint to guide the bees-waxed thread Through a... Continue Reading →

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