In the Word Woods
I’m sure there’s a found poem somewhere here.
There usually is this time of year …
I Like That Night Follows Day
What if there was never night
if it was always light…and light?
Listening
This photo has so many possibilities!
Shampooing simile
I was at the hair dresser today and in my current state of must find a metaphor, I wondered how I would describe the delicious feeling of her fingers scrubbing my scalp. As she moved me from the shampoo sink to her chair, I scribbled in my little notebook: Scrubbing my soapy head, Mommy’s strong fingers […]
Nonsense Poem!
Wake up! Are you a Jabberwock?
your head has nodded to the desk
at first I thought ’twas writer’s block
Oh, beamish boy—you’re hair’s askew!
I kick your shoe—I think it best
before our teacher catches you.
Rings
I finger Mama’s golden ring,
remembering when I ruled as king