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 […]
Tag Archives: poetry
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Stay Off the Fence
Day 364 prompt: Fences wrought iron barbed wire picket chain link paint them mend them just know what you think
Vino
Day 363 prompt: Surfaces crisp white cotton peeks through clear glass disc that narrows into icy cool stem stretching from starched tablecloth to hand-washed goblet cradling a pool of black ruby […]
Reluctant Lullaby
Day 362 prompt: Sunshine Two busy little girls all kissed and tucked in. Their mommy is ready to sit once again. Just as Mom sinks to her bed with a sprawl, […]
They Come in Threes
Day 361 prompt: Three people say bad things come in threes as if that is a comfort so if I drop my phone in the toilet I know it’s just the […]
Beth Nyland 