WOMEN, WOMAN
Story from my days as a single mother in a mostly married city… Amy WOMEN, WOMAN In a sea of Marthas she remained the Magdalene Neither wanton, nor wayward, still different, misunderstood Her gestures...
View ArticleWilling to Eat Worms (Day 18)
Answered the call at We Write Poems (although we won’t post there until Wednesday) to write a poem that begins, “I’m willing to eat ____.” Tried to avoid the most obvious noun (ha ha), because,...
View ArticleMirror Grows Up
Mirror Grows Up Girl standing on tiptoe to see her reflection in the grown-up glass Teen crying over ravages of acne on her nose, her neck, her back Bride at home wedding, same mirror as this morning,...
View ArticleWomen, Woman
Women, Woman In a sea of Marthas She remained the Magdalene Neither wanton, nor wayward, still different, misunderstood Her gestures of sisterhood looked upon as threats by the many married mommies who...
View ArticleWelcome and Witch, ABC
Two for ABC Wednesday. Two divergent subjects: Innocence and Iniquity. First, free verse; second, another “snowball poem,” with a descending number of syllables, one through ten. Don’t ask me why,...
View ArticleMama, Mommy, Mom plus Silly Strung Words
Yes, it’s Mother’s Day on MY planet, too! Riley is deep into finals, doing so well in art school. If it were not for her going to full term, I might see this day as just a Sunday to miss Charlotte, my...
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