Is the Soul the One Carry-on We Take with Us When We Go?
Each mark is a dream / that tells more than one truth / and believes in the existence / of the next page… Packing a Suitcase for […]
Each mark is a dream / that tells more than one truth / and believes in the existence / of the next page… Packing a Suitcase for […]
There’s a lot of traveling in Packing a Suitcase for the Afterlife, my poetry collection being published by Finishing Line Press, whether it’s back-and-forth between the past and the present, between growing up on the coast of Massachusetts and writing poetry in my kitchen in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, or between the rich […]
When the golden rule cashes in love doesn’t turn the other cheek It hangs its head in shame Turns over in its grave And no one rests in peace waiting for the meek And no one will be saved when national pride and the almighty dollar are valued above ‘love thy neighbor’ _______Colleen Redman / […]
Some stories are like secrets that we gave up for adoption We want to claim our children but have forfeited the right So we wait to be asked by those who want to know We hope for reunion and to feel complete Some stories are like the iris that I discovered as a girl growing […]
A poem unwritten is like a dream forgotten that haunts you to remember throughout the day It’s like sugar in a packet opened but not used that sticks to the paper and won’t pour _________Colleen Redman / Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads
– Crying During Acupuncture is a poem I wrote in December and posted here. It was published in February with the below back story at Poets United, an online community site for poets who blog. The poem is included in my book, Packing a Suitcase for the Afterlife, published by Finishing Line Press. I lost two […]
The days are small packed tightly together not much room for last minute changes I don’t like cruises I’ve never been on one I don’t like to gamble or get my hopes up about an afterlife or God I fear the waiting room where people cough and no one talks and there is no proof […]
In the first 100 days I’ve read more than 100 stories about corruption, collusion incompetence and lies I’ve tried to explain a president who insults people to my grandsons and played out thoughts of nuclear war I’ve been heartbroken and rudely awakened thinking about uninsured sick people dying and the little North Korean refugee who […]
Packing a Suitcase for the Afterlife is a poetry memoir by Colleen Redman that is being published by Finishing Line Press (FLP), an award winning small press out of Georgetown, Kentucky. Redman writes and provides photography for The Floyd Press newspaper in Floyd, Virginia, and other regional publications. Her poetry has been published nationally, regionally, […]
You dream about a layover and drinking tea at a café that’s like your teenage hangout but different There’s a stranger you want to impress and your bags have all been lost You’re trying not to panic because you forgot to claim them But then they come opened and spilled with everything strewn in every […]
____Shadow Shot Sunday
I want a soft linen poem without the bog of heavy weight in a color I would wear everyday But the more clothes I have the less places I go and my poems are like house clothes that nobody sees ___Colleen Redman / Poets United / Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads