Laundry Day

This piece began life as a longer poem (see below) and ended up as something more closely resembling a surreal 1950s advert. What can I say? The creative process is mysterious... * * * Laundry day I carry the dirty rags down with planks and bags bought long ago when we sunbathed naked. Our wash …

Storm

Storm. Treading water in the too much world, an ember of my heart is optimistic. She tells me, despite the relentless weather, it matters. * * * Today's poem is inspired by the Season of Contrast which just began today over at Get Messy. The inky drips background and scribbled handwriting were inspired by @tanyaleekahler …

Jewel

Jewel Your deeper brain has the intelligence of a mythological creature - neon curves in full bloom, explosion of lines at sunrise. Disappear within its mysterious dance. Today's poem was made using words cut out from a newspaper and one of the Neocolor backgrounds I made in Tanyalee Khaler's Messy Pages class. Here's a glimpse of …

Step right up!

Step Right Up (A Sad Circus Tale) Sold by her mother to an acrobatic clown, the scarred town, stray dog solitude of her fluid fingers evoke the night cries of the high-wire. It is a brilliant circus skill to overcome one's memories until tomorrow. * * * Step right up! Step right up! NaPoWriMo has …

It’s that time again!

It's nearly April and that means it's nearly time for NaPoWriMo! This is the month where people from all around the world set out to write a poem a day for 30 days. There's something wonderful about a creative challenge in which so many people from so many countries are involved. All that energy and focus; it’s …

Targets and teamwork: how to complete a daily writing challenge

I am THRILLED to be featured on the Write-Track blog, together with my writing buddy, the fabulous Christine Cochrane! Join us for a conversation about taking part in this year's NaPoWriMo, including the challenges we faced and how we supported each other along the way. Plus: CARTOONS! What keeps us going as writers? Staring alone at the blank …

That Question in Your Throat

I am thinking about the future you invented at the bottom of your coffee cup. I am thinking about the dreams given to you by the mountain slavs. I am thinking about the language you created to speak your secrets. I am thinking about the dark stone on the ocean floor burrowing towards the light. …