Crazy Robin

Crazy robin has scarred all my windows

dirty bird footprints all over the glass

all summer he will tap and crash

each window a new threat

til he has exhausted himself

or found a lover

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Crazy Robin

Yellowjackets

A yellowjacket is not a bee

it is aggressive

stings multiple times

eats meat and honey bees

My daughter stepped in a hive

we were walking in the woods

off trail when buzzing

erupted out of the ground

Run I yell

we all ran towards our house

I licked her three year old’s wounds

with baking soda and kind words

love that child with all her stings

Yellowjackets

Weeping Rock

Tears of Weeping Rock touch my back

ancient crying

each drop a resource

maiden hair fern on the ledge

watered by the weeps of the stone

plummet and pool on the rocks below

Tears of Weeping Rock cling to my hair and whisper

I use to be snow high on the straight up mountain ridge

now I start my run into canyon

there are times you should not speak

where the sound of a place is more important than your voice

to hear deep into the water and stone

understand connections of all things

as you enter the Temple of Sinawava

what could

you possibly say that makes any sense to my journey

Weeping Rock

Self Portrait in Constellation

Child sacrifice poor Andromeda tied

her mother watching in the distance

starry night hope to be saved

Cassiopeia bright thru my window

I am both daughter and mother

Daughter bound from ignorance

to monsters in the heavens

break free before the dawn

light comes

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NaPoWriMo prompt to do a self portrait using historical or mythical character. This poem is a 44 word poem called a quadrille. It is about generational curse between mothers and daughters.

Self Portrait in Constellation

Sonnet for Modern Day Current Event

            Jan 19, 2019 at Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool

 

 

 

Black Hebrew Israelites on the mall

speak loud in zealous religious tenor

hear the old testament not throw it away

raise their voice louder on a winter day

 

 

Covington High School students respond

while standing on the steps of Lincoln Hall

break the tension with a school sports cheer

with a smile a shout or was it a sneer

 

 

Indigenous elder beats on his drum

approaches the youth with his movement song

God the Creator will answer my call

media or a troll will send it to all

 

 

And in that moment was on display

freedom to assemble speak out and pray

 

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Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool is the site of many historic events –

Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech Aug 28.1963 Civil Rights Rally

Vietnam War Protest Oct 21. 1967

March on Washington for Lesbian, Gay and BI Equal Rights Oct 11, 1987

Million Man March Oct 16,1995

Iraq War Protest Oct 26,2002

Women’s March   Jan 19.2019

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dVerse prompt to write a sonnet

Sonnet for Modern Day Current Event

No More Liver and Onions

I swore this would not turn into a food blog. My second thoughts and the idea of serving a cookie for breakfast and baked in the reality that I have always sifted the thought of writing a cookbook since meeting my former and present husband, Greg, who taught me how to cook liver and onions. If that sounds like a run-on sentence it probably is, and so also is the desire to be a good cook and to write about it.

The liver and onions is not a metaphor, it was one of Greg’s prime dishes. The sweet aroma of sautéed onions waffling up in the BOQ, followed by the immergence of thin, fleshy organ meat, all cooking away in a cast iron skillet. That was the start of my desire to conquer the art of cooking and relationships. I studied it. I wanted to make it work. I even tried oxtail but to no avail. People sent recipe books for wedding presents so I did have help.

We stewed our lives together in a do-it-yourself house with two children, several dogs and a cat. My skills improved. The heat of the cast iron skillet still on the stove, melts the butter, and I am free to throw in the ingredients, some that cook fast and a few that refine themselves very slowly creating an irresistible taste.

wait for the moment
stepping out of the kitchen
to eat a cookie

No More Liver and Onions