Tag: writing
member name: Lavonne W.
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July 16, 2008 11:45 PM EDT --
Sherry McCahn was born October 31,1950. Sherry's father, Jim believed Aideen when she wrote him that her pregnancy had lasted ten months and that the doctors all said what a miracle it was. "It . . .
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February 13, 2008 08:18 PM EST --
Found a shriveled black thing
under the bed
while vacuuming today.
Gingerly picked it up.
Humph, I puffed. An apple
and all the time I thought
that sickly, sweet smell
was love.
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February 29, 2008 07:38 PM EST --
Jan 15
I've been sitting around this house for a month now and spending too many hours on the computer. I've rewritten my resume as many times as I've applied for jobs. The count must . . .
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October 01, 2008 08:00 PM EDT --
"He'd rather
climb a tree
to tell a lie
than stand
on the ground
and
tell the truth."
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October 08, 2008 12:59 AM EDT --
Ladybugs cluster
around lights, performing
the rituals of procreation.
The smell of their community
marriage bed fills my utility room.
Nurseries are hidden
within walls, a gift . . .
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October 03, 2008 04:01 PM EDT --
Backlit,
an S-curve silhouette
patters in the bathroom.
Jars and bottles
tapping on the counter.
Frogs peep-singing,
heard through
the window screen.
Nestled,
her match is already . . .
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February 13, 2008 09:38 PM EST --
jealous monarch
little king in a red hat
wars on daedal windows
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October 07, 2008 12:14 AM EDT --
Although I sit at my
drawing table
nearly every day,
I have just now
noticed the cobweb
spanning watercolor
brushes in
a tomato can
within my reach.
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October 06, 2008 09:38 PM EDT --
No need to remember
orchestrated edibles.
After all, that script
is always available.
I prefer memories of
Cheerios stuck to fingers
and foreheads,
steak knife in an open jar
on the . . .
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October 06, 2008 09:48 PM EDT --
Why should I give
you a present
in the name of a God
I don't know
or send a card
to remind you
of something
you don't
believe?
I'd rather spend
too much money
on . . .
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February 29, 2008 08:20 PM EST --
A pretty much true story.
"What the hell." Squirelly said to himself, "There's nothing else to do." So he called up Jim and got out the John boat. The sun was hot, the beer . . .
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October 03, 2008 03:52 PM EDT --
Fall flushes first
in poison ivy;
with a scarlet shout
ivy vines up the pines
and chokes color
from oaks
forcing the forest
to rummage
the last of its palette
before the canvas
is . . .
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October 04, 2008 12:31 AM EDT --
Even if you hate fruitcake
you will like this
poem because
there is no candied fruit
that sticks
to your teeth
nor are the words
overly sweet
and I did not waste
good bourbon
by . . .
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October 09, 2008 09:25 PM EDT --
A rusty iron bell
nailed to the porch wall
tolls in a hot breeze.
She loves the sun so
I sit very still
while she sleeps in my lap.
I am so still
that a lizard runs across my shoe . . .
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October 15, 2008 11:22 AM EDT --
On Bryn's dresser sits
a ceramic fairy,
all purple and gold and glitter.
It's holding a sign
that says "Jesus loves me".
She goes to bed
happy as a lark.
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March 10, 2008 11:08 AM EDT --
Lying in grass, drinking blackberry wine
I watch two hawks arguing territory with crow.
Ee-ow, ee-ow, I call. They respond,
settle differences; quiet descends. . . .
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June 01, 2008 12:56 AM EDT --
I hope you get well soon.
I'm enjoying the book.
I found your medical center receipt
in the middle of
the chapter about
The Jungle Goolah Boy
The spine is cracked right there . . .
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June 20, 2008 05:07 PM EDT --
Peace Like a River by Leif Enger, published in 2001. This book fell into my hands in the front yard of a stranger's house. I leaned on it while closely examining some vintage tea towels. The . . .
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September 30, 2008 09:28 PM EDT --
The raised bed sports
a joyful oak sprouted
three feet this summer
through well-turned earth.
Lambs ears spill over and into
the grass, listening for rabbits.
Queen Anne’s Lace dresses
. . .
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October 01, 2008 07:40 PM EDT --
Each evening,
regular as clockwork,
he reads e-mail.
Eighteen hundred
to be precise.
Dirty jokes from a brother,
admonishments from a mother.
Pictures of a well-groomed
garden of children . . .
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