What color is your portal? Change it with online paint chips.

Yesterday I started a new Coursera course: Songwriting:Writing the Lyrics with Pat Pattison through Berklee College of Music. One of the first lessons conceptualized a song as three boxes, stacked with the smallest on top. The top box fitting inside the middle box and both fitting in the bottom box. He used this imagery asContinue reading “What color is your portal? Change it with online paint chips.”

Monday Quadrille – Mr. Fix-it

Since I finished my short story draft for the Writer’s Games and need to let it sit a bit before the final edit, I thought I would wander over to the dVerse Poets Pub where it’s Monday Quadrille day. Today’s word to put into my 44 word poem is “fix.” Mr. Fix-it He has alwaysContinue reading “Monday Quadrille – Mr. Fix-it”

Excavating the Mind Round 2: The poem, the sequential mass

  I read across the yellowing paper under the burlap sack “Attraction Dear Reader Israel-Syria River Fastest Gun JFK To Head” across from these headlines the fuzzy blue face admires, casually aware of thumb tacks ironic placement comes to light, reminding me of cyclical efforts to tirelessly beckon sleep and the weight that killing germsContinue reading “Excavating the Mind Round 2: The poem, the sequential mass”

Excavating the Mind: The poem, the sequential mass

The Dark-Eyed Junko’s Alert He greets me for the morning game of follow the leader don’t leave the door open, space will fill light paints the world with shadow our observations manipulate what we observe captured in every reflective surface, our shadows join the trees’ across the grass, the water, each other Flowers steal focus,Continue reading “Excavating the Mind: The poem, the sequential mass”

Dramatic Interplay: Poem for dVerse Poets Pub

When I finished my observations post for today, I went to my wordpress reader to see what other writers were up to and saw Frank Hubeny’s prompt for the dVerse Poets Pub. The prompt is to write a poem of fourteen lines. Since my week of observation is almost up and I’ll need to turnContinue reading “Dramatic Interplay: Poem for dVerse Poets Pub”

#NaPoWriMo Day 30: When Zeal Returns

I thought a couple of my fabric glass light boxes were nice illustrations for today’s return poem, but the way they were hanging on the wall wasn’t conducive to the photographs I wanted, so I rearranged them. It felt weird, but good, pulling them off the wall and swapping them around, plugging them in andContinue reading “#NaPoWriMo Day 30: When Zeal Returns”

#NaPoWriMo Day 29: The penultimate poem

The poem Total Trickster It’s a complicated relationship but then, isn’t every relationship–complicated We keep it casual He wanders over on a whim takes a nap on my porch either in the chair where I like to read or the cushion on the bench When I notice him, I go out to say Hello sometimes,Continue reading “#NaPoWriMo Day 29: The penultimate poem”

#NaPoWriMo Day 28: When there is nothing but memories

The poem The Best Rooms Are Too X-rated Thinking through the bedrooms so many bedrooms moving and moving trying to make something mine I tried to settle on one to mentally linger, loiter describe in detail like a capsule through time I wanted it to be a happy place full of growth and creative industryContinue reading “#NaPoWriMo Day 28: When there is nothing but memories”

#NaPoWriMo Day 27: Massive Wonderment

The poem A Review of Wonderment At first glance, it can be confusing and a little bit scary the rush of heightened perception opening the senses to floods of emotion when facing the tremendous unknown The impressive beauty of discovery sparking the creative mind to sort through the behemoth array of memories and form newContinue reading “#NaPoWriMo Day 27: Massive Wonderment”

#NaPoWriMo Day 26: A Day Can Change So Quickly

The poem The Changing Days A day can change so quickly the sun slips behind the clouds limbs break in the wind becoming glass-shattering projectiles the house floods, or burns, or burns while flooding families shrink or grow chairs are shifted around the table Change will always happen childhood dreams fleeting take a lifetime toContinue reading “#NaPoWriMo Day 26: A Day Can Change So Quickly”