Tag: creative writing

Eros in September

  The dotted dirt floor around Psyche’s feet pulled me into a story of another’s trials. I held the image of my love for a few seconds, and then I turned away, turned back to the stories of childhood. Even my non-human childhood held…

Don’t Fear the Poem . . . or the Museum

I’m working at the ROMP Rummage Store today, and as always, I’m trying to get customers to go to the museum–it’s only 2 miles outside of town. It’s easy to find. The door is open, the lights are on, air conditioner going. A lot…

The Beacon of May

In May, the leaves of the redbud beckon me from the window where I look Out Instead of being Out “Beckon” comes from an Old English word Meaning “beacon.” May is a beacon with its multiple layers Of green and delicate white, Its insistence…

Laying in the Parking Lot at the Low Water Dam Store

The cops were called in because of the report Of a woman “laying in the parking lot At the dam store.” It’s not spoonbill season So the store was not busy, Just one woman supine on the concrete And then one young man trying…

The Train to Will Rogers

Today is the birthday of one of the greatest Okies who ever lived. Will Rogers, who was born Nov. 4, 1879, said, “It’s great to be great, but it’s greater to be human.” In honor of Will, here is a poem that I wrote…

Accessory

I wrote a poem on a piece of a grocery sack today. A few months ago I bought the above two pieces of artwork, or as they are called on the back “wall accessories” at a thrift store. They are both prints from 1972…