Month: October 2012

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…

Unopened

It was not even ten o’clock, And the coyotes called to one another In the cow pasture. I told you About it. I told you because you say You are a werewolf, Your breath hinting of the moon,

Pulling Away

Talk to me. But better yet, Talk to yourself. Listen To the words your body Resists and just wait, Let the syllables rest In your armpits and nostrils And in the webby secrets Between your fingers. Wait

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…

The Witch

I am a witch. It is what I do, you see, Make people happy, Or at least give them the idea That they may stop at a tea room Or quit the job or return her kiss In the fading light of a winter…

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…