by lori | Apr 29, 2021 | Acceptance, Aging Gratefully, Alzheimer's, Content, Culture Shift, Essays, Flash, Getting Lost, Gratitude, Grief, Neighbors, Pain, Pandemic, Poetry, Respite, Stillness, Strength in Real Life, Unapologetically Odd, Uncategorized, Wayfinding, Women, Writing
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... by lori | Nov 10, 2015 | Flash, Here and now, Poetry, Sentience, Women
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.... by lori | Aug 23, 2015 | Beauty, Flash, Here and now, Poetry, Sentience, the Void
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... by lori | Aug 8, 2015 | Content, Flash, Here and now, Nature, Neighbors, Poetry, Work
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... by lori | Jul 28, 2015 | Flash, Found-Object, Impacts, Poetry, Work
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... by lori | Apr 6, 2015 | Flash, Found-Object, Poetry, Silly
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...