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AirBreathWind

elastic topped, sheer silk, lace-edged, rides high among black skirts, button-ups, . jeans, faded towels, bed sheets – wooden clipped to clothesline – quivering, a slip. . .. .     Photo(and)PoetryPrompt: Air.Breath.Wind at TweetSpeakPoetry . .

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My Husband’s Cousin

About a dozen years older than us, he was our first post-college friend – and he was kin to my husband. With him, we spent days (and sometimes nights) exploring via 4WD pick-ups in the deep woods near Mt. St. Helens — during the times he lived with […]

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Alan W. Harris: part 1

As part of my Pickin’ An Author’s Knows interview series, I’ve wrangled Dr. Alan Harris, author, full-time veterinarian, and homeschooling father of six. He lives in South Carolina and thus far has penned three Tales of Larkin books – a series about one-inch tall people who live in the […]

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Laces over Fairies

I’m not all up on fairies and glitter dust and satin dresses and all that fluff. And for this photo/poetry prompt, I didn’t find the image I snapped a couple years ago of tiny mushrooms in the paddock (that grew on a rotten log and horse manure). Not much […]

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Winter Morning

As a rule, winter mornings are gray. And with our place on valley’s edge, fog climbs up and rolls across and sneaks in and sometimes stays until sunset. Today the trees pushed through dawn’s heralding din. March. March. March. As if up the side they stomped. Gah! Retreat into […]

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Chapter 4

In this week’s chapter, The Poetry of the Commute, Glynn Young compares drive distances, along with locale and terrain, to the poetic style and content of various writers. A commute of a mile is a short ode: Joyce Kilmer talking about a tree, over and done with before you realize […]

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Chapter 3

As I read and write my way through Glynn Young’s Poetry at Work, published by TS Poetry Press, I remember my pre-conceived notions prior to my initial reading of the book last winter: I don’t commute (least not on a road), I don’t pack my lunch […]

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butter heavy

i found her chewing through walnuts, cranberries, butter heavy toast. red lip- stick colored her coffee mug. crumbs stuck to table linens. . . . . . TSP photo&poetry: Bread, Pastries, Pies prompt . .

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Chapter 2 & Poetry At Work Day

. . Over at Tweetspeak Poetry, they’re celebrating another Poetry at Work Day – where this year’s official poster boasts an image of a pressure cooker and printed in white, off to the side, it says poetry arrived in search of me ~ by Pablo Neruda […]

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Introduction & Chapter 1

Last year about this time, Glynn Young‘s book, Poetry at Work was released by T.S. Poetry Press in their Masters in Fine Living Series. Hot off the presses, I bought one and read it through, a chapter per day. As a result, my copy is heavy with underlines, […]

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An Ounce

  He’s so confused he don’t now whether to scratch his watch or wind his butt. ~ Truvy (Steel Magnolias move) . New Year’s resolutions, one-word centering devices, themes, dreams and/or ideals may work for the stick to it sort lurking among us, but for the confused and discombobulated, […]

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