Poetry, Prose and Prattle

As a member of the  Poetry Society of Colorado I am eligible to enter the contests that are reserved for those who pay yearly dues; a ...

I am sitting in the church.  The chairs have been arranged catawampus, not the straight rows facing front for a service.  I have positioned ...

Avert your gaze.   Don your darkest sunglasses. Fiddle with the station.   Surreptitiously check the door locks. Pretend to be looki...

This writing was inspired two years ago after dancing Nia.  In Nia it is said that our feet are the hands that touch the earth.  That sen...

Nineteen years.  Time marched on, but change stalled.  This will not be a post about the number of shootings since this unspeakable tragedy....

I'm in writing mode.  National Poetry Month has proffered many opportunities to write.  This past Saturday I attended an all-day literar...

A few blog posts ago I talked about inspiration and cited that ekphrasis was one of my favorites sources. This is when a poet uses a visual ...