When I was a wee rosebud a teacher introduced me to Shel Silverstein and his marvelously lyrical and whimsical poems. The poem Where the Sidewalks Ends has always captivated me. The first community that I remember living in was Burke Centre, outside Washington, D.C., an ambiguous region known as NOVA. The sidewalks went on for miles and …
This post was going to wait a month so that I could be sure that Luke was going to be staying with me. A week into our relationship I can't imagine life without him. He is my puppy-dog and I am his person. How Luke Came To Live in My Little Yellow House The day …
This week's review has been postponed because my mind and heart were captured by A review will be posted as soon as I have been released...
The United States of America is in a crisis, not the financial one facing the economy; it is a crisis of conscious. A crisis that I believe has been created by the media and the politicians to distract us from their lack of leadership. I also believe that it occurs on both sides of the …
Piles of soles some with laces other just slipped off pushed off to the side cast away waiting for their vessels who shuffled away long ago Piles of souls left wondering why
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Plans are meant to be adapted and changed. This week I wanted to spend a lot of time working on Blood Child, a short story turned novella, about the tenth anniversary of a bloody massacre and its' only survivor. Life, however, had other tasks in mind for this week. My body and mind are still …
I am not sure how other poets write or what compels to write poetry versus prose. What I do know is that virtual all everything I write begins with a line or a partial line. Sometimes images accompany the words. My latest poem - We are ... began in such a way. A good …
We are all too old for bullshit No matter what the calendar reads We are all to old for excuses No matter what the secrets be We are all too old For holidng back When desire calls for fear of losing that which is already gone
Lucinda Rose 