Her words land in poems like eggs in a skillet She makes them sizzle She burns the butter Leave your poem after the tone … Her sonnets spill into three message parts until my answering machine is full Speak in rhyme if you’re so inclined… With sparks flying I hear her […]
I drove all the way to Christiansburg yesterday without seeing one pink plastic lawn flamingo, which was disappointing since it was part of the reason I went. I had to go to town in the morning to drop the March Museletter off to the printer. After that, I debated if I should head on to […]
Unfurled leaves … waft waves of flavor … Holding tight to cup handles … tea lovers swoon … ~Colleen My friend Katherine and I are both involved in great romance. As lovers of tea, we’ve been mining the vein of gold that comes from pouring boiling water over camellia sinensis leaves for years. More recently […]
This is the place where a tropical winter vacation picture should be, but instead it’s photo of our truck that just had an $800 repair. Our dog Jazzy is guarding our investment. A couple of hours after I took this shot it started snowing. HERE is the videotape that resulted from that, titled “Truck Full […]
Bonsai poetry clipped to the root A flower for the muse Post notes: This weekend’s Sunday Scribblings’ prompt, “Passion,” caused this to bloom. Another poem about passion is HERE. The photo of the rose was taken by my blogging friend Naomi Caryl.
1. Magnets and words go together for me like peanut butter and chocolate. 2. When I was a little girl, my grandmother had Terrier dog magnets. They were my first introduction to magnets and I remember thinking they were magical, the way they stuck to each other. I tried hard to make the ones that […]
1. Valentine’s Day Morning: He replaced the belt on the vacuum cleaner for me. I left him a pink valentine bag on the kitchen table the night before with a card and a Sunkist naval orange inside. He responded by leaving me a conversation candy heart that said, “Call Me.” 2. When the phone rings, […]
Today I turned a trick for a printer power cord, or at least that’s the way I felt after being on the phone with HP customer service for nearly an hour; after wading through confusing menus cheerily spoken by automated Stepford Wives; after using a magnifying glass to read and the then repeat a slew […]
In the last week we’ve had an electrical fire; fried several lamps, our toaster, and TV; and then I got the flu – TWICE. Yes, I’ve been spending a lot of time in my burgundy silk pajamas, topped off with an oversized sage green wool sweater from Ireland. My days have been revolving around short […]
Extra chairs were carried in from the Winter Sun hall to accommodate the overflow crowd for February’s Spoken Word at the Café Del Sol. I told my poet friend Mara that interest may have been piqued by the photo announcement in the recent Floyd Press of our mutual friend, Janean, reading at last month’s event. […]
Suddenly awake in the middle of the night, a resounding thought comes to mind: Now I know how easy it was for Heath Ledger to accidentally kill himself. Granted I was only juggling aspirin, vitamin C, and herbal sleep aid supplements for my flu symptoms, but it was pitch dark, I was groggy, and I […]
The Following appeared in the regional newspaper insert “All About Her” in January 08. Coriander Woodruff has been her own kind of musician since she was a toddler making drums from empty coffee cans. When she was ten years old, she heard a segment on NPR radio about GarageBand, a software program that features a […]
