Crossing
they round the corner just in time for “don’t walk” not a delay but a happy pause for nose to nuzzle neck his affection pulling that waist so close they […]
Author Archives: bethterpening
Crud Pressure
these words do not flow or tumble or rush they barely trickle from some constricted source oozing through cerebral arteries squeezed by crud pressure clots of obligation spasms of distraction […]
Big bridge
Norma sat on my desk tonight showing me her art work asking about my week laughing about cats sipping red wine thank God for technology that conducts our sisterhood across […]
Clear directions?
stand up lean in pay it forward look around speak your mind keep the peace respect others stand your ground
No idea
a haiku mom’s thoughts vaporize against kids’ burning questions no wonder she’s fried
Just give us pause
English class taught me yes College prof told me no One boss adds it in Another says it must go Chicago Manual insists Before “and” is its place AP Style […]
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his mother stands for hours tall poised steady not even leaning on the chair behind her held by impossible strands of strength and grace friends and strangers line the aisles […]
My dad drove an orange tractor
my dad drove an orange tractor in a sea of green he bobbed along not one shiny surface to catch the sun except his eyes sparkling and satisfied to see […]
He wanted the blue peach
he wanted the blue peach to fall like luscious honey through her fingers
A poet’s confession
Forgive me, Muse, for I have slumbered. It has been nine days since my last poem. After writing 366 poems in 366 days, I took a breather. I wondered if […]
42 courageous commitments for just 99 days
Since I published this post on Just 99 Days last night, five more people have come forward to join the movement: Amy’s going to be still. Karen will exercise. Marsha […]
What will you miss?
In 2012 I read Nora Ephron’s I Remember Nothing—a funny and touching book of reflections by a woman who wrote, directed, and produced films that are so a part of […]
Reflections on a year of daily practice
My year of poetry is complete. What next? I’m inviting family, friends, and “strangers” (is there any such thing, really?) into Just 99 Days of experimenting with daily practice. Will […]
Good Sports
Day 366 prompt: Sports I can spend a day at Wrigley or Comiskey or whatever they want me to call a ballpark now. I can eat snacks and keep one eye […]
Mama’s Breakfast
Day 365 prompt: Empty the morning hurricane is finally o’er children dressed and fed and out the door mama’s been going full throttle since six and all she has eaten are […]
Beth Nyland 