I was sharing one of my favorite songs, “100 Years,” by Five for Fighting (John Ondrasik) with a friend this morning. I’ve shared those lyrics here before, so I’m going to share another Ondrasik song instead. World Got a package full of wishes A time machine, a magic wand A
The Poetry Sisters and I did a quick collaboration a couple of weeks ago. I am out the door in three minutes, so I’ll just share the verse. To see who’s who and read a bit of the background, please visit Andi Sibley and show her some poetry love! The
mittens and sunscreen vacation mates in coach class– leaving Chicago Whew! Day 30–I did it! Happy Poetry Month!
retrievers frolic– make friends with Lake Michigan, forgive its coldness? –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved —————————————————- I had a wonderful poetry event at the Evanston Public Library today celebrating the winning poets of the Jo-Anne Hirshfield Memorial Poetry Award. It was just so cool to see a room full
Quarters rub shoulders. Plastic ice cream bucket swings in homeless man’s hand. –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
Gutter ball dinner Potato chips weigh heavy– Greasy bowling ball –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved Not a thing of beauty, is it? Dinner last night did not turn out well, and I ended up eating some noodles and a bunch of potato chips. Ugh. Now my stomach is not
each darkling drop– even distant curling current– fuels ocean’s tides? –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved There is so much poetry deliciousness going on right now, and I’m missing most of it. That makes me partly sad, but it also gives me such a feeling of abundance, that there’s all
black ink jumps off page somersaults, bounces, leaps high– royalty statement! –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved I just got my April royalty statement, and attached was the first royalty check I’ve ever gotten. It’s not a big check, mind you. A week of working at Target would pay more.
papery waves roll, dip and swell on forest floor– curling storms of birch –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved I love birch trees, and the North Shore, where we spent the weekend, is full of them. Birch bark on the ground inspired this haiku. Also, I have a guest post
fence-top weathervanes flash metallic sunbeams– line dance to breeze-beat –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved Randy and I went up to the North Shore (of Lake Superior) this weekend, and it was wonderful! A lot of people sell arts, crafts, homemade sausages/jerkies, etc. One house’s post-and-rail fence was topped with
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