Poetry at 50, in the US, as a woman [white], 2021, during a pandemic, in a glorious & painful spring, a flash poem, in four parts

1. Our flags always fly at half-mast now.Wide and unhealed wounds on high for the world to seeflap dripping loss and pus rains down into the public square. Below themwhite men, whips still in handand a few hard-yoked women, their heads downplodding alongfacing only...

What Althea Hears

From across a great distance Althea said op3398££$&00!!! 940ttti %$%^&*mmm …….!! ¬¬¬¬¬ BB jhut mkopi D74 Se Se Se ! ”£$$%^& Wait. How did she know? How could she see my life so clearly from the other side of the world? Yesterday was terrible. I failed....

Together

a flash poem inspired by my We Shall Dance With Mountains friends. Amazing photo by Joe Milmoe…   Together distant galaxies being born an opening hand stretching across the womb of space touch the darkness with spinning fingers new fingertips encountering...

Letting It Be

a flash poem inspired by my new We Shall Dance with Mountains friends…   Letting It Be soft paused cat nose to velvet bumblebee nose children down on the beach yelling to one another in self-created language: “Unda buda!” shout lungs...

Loving to Pieces, Autopoiesis

Flash poetry (created and shared online in <10 minutes) inspired by an amazingly prolific and resilient researcher friend. I turned a research abstract into a poem on the fly for him. That’s me apparently: nerdy poems on the fly, no waiting. Isn’t life...

Our Home is a Poem

Happy National Poetry Month, day 6! Today I created a found-object poem. I took 20 snapshots of words and images around our home and made a poet out of them. Fun! Our Home is a Poem You are here welcome you rock grab a beach bucket an empty journal or some art...