Tag: poem

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…

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…

Tin Can Drum Contest

As part of the celebration of the fall season, the Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry will have a Tin Can Poem Drum Contest. Make a drum from a tin can and come drum it in a rhythm circle at Autumn Movement with us! Bring…

In Preparation

The sewing needle rests next to my eighth vertebrate. I cannot feel it but know it is there. The thread circles my kidneys like amber capillaries. A sloping row of real pearl buttons, tiny full moons, bump into my small intestine. Silk blocks wrap…