My Heros Keep Dying

May 28, 2014

In 2010 I lost Ai. In 2012 Adrienne. Now I’ve lost Maya. My heros keep dying. And I know that tonight I will surround myself With their words, the parts of them that live on And I will cry tears that have no words. These women, my inspiration, my forefathers, foremothers, worked and bled and […]

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Music of Spheres by Jean Follain

December 12, 2012

It drives me crazy that people have stopped reading poetry. It is viewed as inaccessible, hard. But it isn't. It isn't much different from song lyrics. Well, good song lyrics anyway. Poetry can do the same thing for you that your favorite song can. I'm going to start sharing with you what a joy that […]

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Mom’s Night Before Christmas

December 11, 2012

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a productive thing moved, except a wireless mouse. The stockings were flung on the floor in despair, because one more blog post had to be there. The children were crying, not staying in bed, While Mama drank whisky and swore in her head. She […]

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Favorite Poems

April 12, 2012

Here is another of my favorite poems for National Poetry Month. She Was Waiting to Be Told Deborah Garrison For you she learned to wear a short black slip and red lipstick, how to order a glass of red wine and finish it.  She learned to reach out as if to touch your arm and […]

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April is National Poetry Month

April 6, 2012

April is one of my favorite months for many reasons. My birthday is in April (tomorrow to be exact). The whole world starts to spell of spring. And is National Poetry month! You are probably a lot more familiar with poetry than you think. In my literature classes, I used to introduce my students to […]

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Adrienne Rich, one of my heros, died today

March 29, 2012

Adrienne Rich died today at the age of 82. I'm sad that one of the women I really look up to in this world has died. I am even more sad that there is one less poet in this world. One less person to look at the world and write beautiful explanations of life. There […]

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January 6, 2012

It was a forest of children’s graves. Like mist, lovers slipped in and left A sacrifice; not to gods, but to mortals.   Amid stone trees the huntress with tangled hair and tattered hem, independent of veil or child sat on the meadow as doe.   Prey to become a lover.   The god of […]

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December 20, 2011

Still in a dream I wake beside you knowing that though intertwined   we are not joined. Your back answers questions protesting from across the bed   echoing a sarcastic chorus of distance; and yet close enough to touch – but I   cannot reach.

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A Blogger’s Night Before Christmas

December 19, 2011

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a productive thing moved, except a wireless mouse. The stockings were flung on the floor in despair, because one more blog post had to be there. The children were screaming about not going to bed, While Mama drank whisky and swore in her head. […]

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The Truth

December 16, 2011

Your words are salt on an icy rural highway. They are necessary to make the way ahead safe for travel, but the granules slip beneath the surface and begin to break apart the road leaving gashes in the surface. The wounds travel deeper until they inhibit all travel.

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Finding Strength

December 13, 2011

Sunlight came through my window today, Perched on my nightstand And waited for me to wake. She would not join me in my dreams. She stays in the daytime Where she finds herself safe. She doesn’t journey to night Where dreams are made of nonsense.   She woke me with a gentle kiss, For it […]

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He Calls Love

December 9, 2011

For a first step out from the broken world, bandaged with sterile walls, healed from death. A solitary decision. Placed my hands, hesitant, one on his back and one on his chest. Bracing him. Bracing me. Walk him step by step in shoes without laces Favorite comfort short now name tagged into the chill of […]

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December 6, 2011

My ancestry can not be found in the annals of genealogy of the blood flow of birth.   My birth canal was not the engorged, taught flesh of woman conceived with man.   I was conceived when Sylvia Plath stood up from the white grave on the page and breathed the syllables of life into […]

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What You Did Not Say

December 2, 2011

In the intonations of your breath I can hear the expectation of love and travel on its rhythm across the thousands of minutes that separate us.             A worldly couple.             A couple breaking rules,             tearing down barriers,             and dancing the dance of intimate conversation –        a play to those who mock us. […]

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Biography at Twelve

November 29, 2011

A boiling prairie land beneath a canopy of dust and heat   rises on an August afternoon. A twelfth year veteran of life,   skin rubbed raw with Oklahoma’s red dirt   feverishly attempts to read herself from the outside in.   Dyeing applies history like a Cherokee’s tears.

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The Struggle

November 13, 2011

She ended up; now holds a yearly festival of moving. Priority is to keep the path across a town where bodies of water are spaces like elevators.   The object of the game is to keep juggling in confined days.   A small child and a crate of pomegranates. A woman in Salzburg pushing away pedestrians. […]

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November 3, 2011

I am a writer. I write because I feel compelled to write. I write because the lines and phrases put themselves together inside my mind and beg to be released. If I did not write, my brain might explode.               I write because there are hundreds of people trapped inside me. It is unfair of me to keep […]

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A Warning

October 28, 2011

We are the Immortalizers- a group of ordinary people not entirely unlike super heroes. Chaucer, our founding father, the purveyor of the principle of wordy revenge. We leap small minds in a single verse and with the slightest twitch of a pen can turn Miss Manners into Heidi Fleiss. Beware. We are poets. Don’t tell us your […]

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Where I’m From

September 21, 2011

I am from summers hanging upside down on the monkey bars, from Oscar Meyer bologna cups and macaroni art. I am from the suburban safety net of Girl Scouts, ballet classes, and roaming the neighborhood freely as long as I was home by dark. From bicycles with banana seats and day glow spoke beads.   […]

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Slow Descent

June 23, 2011

Very much like the moment the rivers seem to still and stop because a storm is coming,   Like the moment just before a tornado takes hold of your life and twists everything around rearranging the landscapes   As when a hundred starlings lift and bank together before they wheel and drop.   Like watching […]

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Out of the Box

May 16, 2011

A steel box holds the      blackest of black      spinning      spinning      unrelenting      fearless No more box. No more timid      weakening      slowing      but      piercing      branding From the depths      pouring out      stabbing Take hold.      I am here.

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Dust of Unearned Stories

May 12, 2011

Leaves of past stories covered the ground – broken, torn, without life. You spread a quilt over the leaves and pulled me down beside you to tell old stories and make new until roots burst forth contained no longer by fallow ground. Not so silently from the valley, a blue updraft of dust and seeds […]

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But for Tomorrow

April 7, 2011
Mama’s Losin’ It

Nourish callow blooms, yet withered      but for tomorrow. Whisper dreams of languish      but for tomorrow. Draw down into stone      but for tomorrow. Push through shattered solace      but for tomorrow Brush off stabbed in scars      but for tomorrow. Wrap in a gown of glacilic thread      but for tomorrow. Keep the […]

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Walking Series

February 11, 2011

Walking Series: 3-6-8   “I sometimes want to see myself as a waking flower” James Surles once said. Burns, rubs, and oils shaped the wooden stalks to form a mobile contraption. Twisted steel curled and spiraled so that it might move. Feel the freedom no other plant knows chained by roots.   Creaking of steel […]

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In the Silence

January 27, 2011

  Thursday's mean Mama Kat's Writing Workshop. Yeah! Here is the prompt I chose this week. Read the quote and let it inspire your post: "I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel". -Maya Angelou   In the […]

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Oklahoma Winter

January 20, 2011

I want to imagine it is the ice that keeps me from you, but it is the water.

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November 15, 2010

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She Was Waiting to be Told

October 8, 2010

Because of you she learned to wear stovepipe jeans and purple lipstick, how to dye her hair fuscia then green. She learned to break the rules and limits you had set. When caught, never take blame. It’s your fault because, she’d begin, or I didn’t mean to…   She brought home boys with 6-gauge eyebrow rings and […]

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He Calls Love

September 24, 2010

For a first step out from the broken world, bandaged with sterile walls, healed from death. A solitary decision. Placed my hands, hesitant, one on his back and one on his chest. Bracing him. Bracing me. Walk him step by step in shoes without laces Favorite comfort short now name tagged into the chill of […]

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Please Fire Me

September 16, 2010

Deborah Garrison is the stereotypical 30ish, educated, working woman who thinks that all her problems will be solved when she meets the right man.  In A Working Girl Can’t Win and Other Poems she takes us through the perils of office politics, the sanctity of female friendship, and the trials of finding the right man.  […]

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August 22, 2010

This week's prompt at The Sunday Creative was orient. You are driving on ice When it occurs to you You are losing control, Your car is spinning, And your life flashes before your eyes As if you were watching a silent picture Playing in slow motion.   You transcend to another place Found only in […]

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Her First Face – Guest Post

August 20, 2010

I am so excited to introduce you to Carrie! Please take a moment to visit her blog Made By Bedtime Tales where you can find all sorts of wonderful things relating to bedtime stories. Reading her blog and incorporating her ideas has made reading bedtime stories so much more fun around our house! Carrie's poem […]

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August 19, 2010

Summertime Inspired by “Summertime” sung by Janis Joplin   Take me to a park, set me on a swing.  Let your feverish voice push me higher, higher, until I can tiptoe on leaves to the sky.  Let me ride on a breeze – a path cut through smothering August; rest of the world stands still.  […]

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Worn Out Mommy

August 17, 2010

    To clean or not to clean that is the question. Is is better to suffer through whines and cries, or go to the park? Should I take up the piles of laundry and by washing, folding, and putting away to end them? To nap? It seems I sleep no more. But if I […]

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Bound in Ink

August 15, 2010

This week's prompt from Big Tent Poetry was pretty difficult for me. "This week’s prompt is to think of something you possess. What are your feelings about this possession? Do you possess it, or does it possess you?" ~for Christy and Michael It bound us together for eternity. Not a wedding band that can be […]

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The Bluest Eyes

August 12, 2010

This poem was written for Mama Kat's writing workshop. The cue was to write about the bluest eyes you have ever seen. Big Brother has the bluest eyes I have ever seen. For this poem I imagined him visiting my favorite coffee shop in Oklahoma City all grown up and a poet seeing his blue […]

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