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Green, Plus a Peek at My Fall Book!
Welcome, and happy Poetry Friday! (Wondering what Poetry Friday is? Click here.) I’m so happy you’ve dropped by. Whether you’re a regular participant in the Poetry Friday world, or you ended up here from a search or a link, please know that we’re a welcoming community! Read, comment, think, share, and enjoy! I have an
Molasses Now, a Skinny Poem
Here’s today’s skinny. I don’t know how my sister’s been handling all the Dad stuff on her own. My help’s only temporary, but I’m glad to be here for her. It’s a good thing my standards are low for both the drafting and doodling on this month. I keep repeating to myself: “It’s just practice.”
Assisted, a Skinny Poem
Thank you, my friends, who’ve reached out with encouragement and empathy during this very hard time of dealing with my dad’s decline. Yesterday it was one of the longest days in my life, I think, but hopefully it will get better bit by bit from here. The good news is, he’s out of the hospital!
Sunset, a Skinny Poem
Hi! Forget what I said yesterday about Poem Share. TODAY’s the day that Michelle Schaub is sharing a video of me reading one of my poems in her Poem Share series. Here’s where you can find Poem Share, and be sure to check out lots of nifty videos. Thanks, Michelle, for all you do to
Bad News
I’m in a little disarray, but I think today is the day that the fabulous Michelle Schaub is sharing a poem video from me in her awesome series, Poem Share. And even if it’s not my day, check out whatever wonderful things she is sharing! 🙂 Now, my skinny. Gosh, I didn’t really expect this
The Quilt Guild, a Skinny Poem
Yesterday’s poem about stitches made me think of my mom. She was a passionate quilter. Lots of rustic ones, occasional fancy ones, a few tied ones. We have about 20. After retirement, her Quilt Guild (I didn’t even know there was such a thing) was such a joy for her. My dad is quite antisocial,
Connecting
Today’s skinny poem topic is stitches–for no particular reason! But I thought of my mom, quilting, and also of a doctor stitching up a cut. And more ways stitches join things together. So… here’s today’s poem. Thanks for reading, and if you want to see more of my National Poetry Month poems, click here.
“Here,” a Skinny Poem, plus poetry videos
Welcome, and happy Poetry Friday! (Wondering what Poetry Friday is? Click here.) I’m so happy you’ve dropped by. Whether you’re a regular participant in the Poetry Friday world, or you ended up here from a search or a link, please know that we’re a welcoming community! Read, comment, think, share, and enjoy! First, a quick
Anything But Bread
I’m sharing an unexpected poem today. This past year has been a lot, with family crises every time we turn around. We’re helping out where and when we can, but most of the crises are bigger than we are. I wrote a first draft of this poem and a few revisions about six weeks ago,
Flying Home
Well, if you’ve been following along, you’ve seen that Oregon was just amazing. And suddenly, it was time to leave. I have no photos of the leaving. That’s always the hard part of a trip, even when I’m maybe ready to get back home and back to my routines. Even though it’s not the topic
Oregon Coastal Road
In Oregon and northern California, Randy and I spent a couple of days driving up the coast. Wow. It’s hard to capture in photos, because it’s mostly NOT (thank goodness) crazy high cliffside views. It’s forests and curvy roads with occasional bursts of blue water, waves, sky, and nifty offshore rocks. And here’s my skinny
Yaquina Head Lighthouse
One spot we visited during our Oregon trip was Yaquina Head Lighthouse. Perched on top of a cliff looking out over the Pacific, it’s a beautiful, simple, elegant structure. We checked out the lighthouse, watched swarms of nesting seabirds floating on the ocean, watched seals sunning and playing below on the rocks, and visited the
Pacific Tide
Randy and I spent as much time as possible close to (or on) the water in Oregon and northern California. Although it rained a fair bit, we also had some glorious weather. We walked to Battery Point Lighthouse at low tide, walked the Indian Sands Trail, went to Agate Beach (buried under sand), and finally
Pouring
Randy and I spent 2 days driving through and walking among the coastal redwoods of Northern California. I barely have words for how amazing and otherworldly they are. It rained a lot, and we were soaking wet. Here are a few pics 🙂 And here’s my skinny poem for today.
Whale Watching
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- National Poetry Month projects through the years
- Small Reads Roundups (poems grouped by topic)
- Introductions to several favorite poetry forms