Etymology in the Morning

A stone cast from the sky by the gods
Landed in her garden next to a purple turtle
Because it was the only color
Of paint available at the time, not the stone,
Which was the color of a missed connection,
But the turtle which had been art and crafted
In bright kelly green and egg yellow,
Hideous amidst the spearmint, which even weedy,
Knew a gaudy neighbor when it saw one. Continue reading

The Chief at TU

Today I am attending the Nimrod Conference for Writers and Readers at the University of Tulsa. Nimrod is the literary journal that TU has been putting out for quite some time. The generous folks at TU gave this chick a scholarship to attend today’s events. I also get a little editing review session where someone is going to talk with me about my poems. Yar. Continue reading

ROMP Tellabration–This Saturday!!

The Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry has had one successful viewing and fundraising event, our Honey Mead Poetry Day, and now we are having another, a ROMP Tellabration. Tellabration is an international storytelling event that takes place on the Saturday before Thanksgiving or somewhere roundabout there. People and organizations across the world plan events and share stories in honor of . . . stories! Continue reading