Tag: poetry

The Information Highway

Overwhelm is spreading like a contagious disease among the bits and bytes of social networks. So when my friend and fellow writer, Sterling Haynes, sent me this poem, I laughed out loud and asked his permission to share it. The…


Medusa Was a Manatee

Armitage Siren

Floating on a sullen sea without a breath of wind A searing sun beating down upon a sailor’s skin And somewhere in the distance he hears the Sirens sing Calling him, calling him, calling him … Luring sailors to the…


Cloud Woman Leaping

Cloud Woman Leaping by Deb Maike Head back Puffy arms flung out in joy As she soars Fluffy left leg extended Right knee high and back Over the hurdle, A black band of rain cloud, Rising into the dawn’s blue…


A Paucity of Nouns

Question mark graffiti

The dangling particle is stretched to the limit and can be clutched in space by that illusive adverb before the noun mascarading as a verb smothers my few parts of speech left. All that remain are my adjectives. Oh, Al…


Gossamer threads

Woven rug

I’m delighted to have another chance to feature one of Rick Hardman’s poems. If you haven’t seen his Hornets in my head, be sure to check it out as well. Rick’s grasp of language and metaphor is evident in “Gossamer…


Under the Rainbow House


“Rainbow House,” she calls it, my rainbow friend, All colors, water reflecting back the sun. All promises of treasure, But if you follow to the end, even the color disappears. Hold too tightly           and you hold only air. She teaches…


Sucking on Stones


© February 2001 Marilyn Raymond My water bottle is empty           as I walk through the afternoon heat And so I slide a smooth, round stone           into my mouth. Holding a river rock           inside my lips           I am suddenly shy                     and…


That Apple


This poem first appeared in Sheddings, a collection of poems by members of the Unitarian Fellowship of Kelowna. It was written by an extraordinarily talented poet, one who savors every word, its sound, its feel, its texture. Marilyn Raymond is…



Fork in path

[Two days ago, a young man plunged to his death from a balcony in the building where I live. I found his suicide deeply troubling. It cut close to the bone. Writing led me through the thicket of memories and…


Thank You

Robin and David Jarman

Sterling Haynes isn’t just one of my favorite writers. (See Narrative for Dummies and Momma Does Milk.) He also inspires other people to write. Donna Powell is one of them. She was in a poetry group he led. He asked…

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