My son’s interview : Parrot Literary Corner.
I had to share this. I loved my son’s answers. This will give you a sense of the man, his poetry, and his humor. He should be sending me another poem to publish… Continue reading
Tag Archive: family
99 word prompt : Old photo
July 1, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about “the old photograph.” What is captivating about it? Where did it come from? How does it incite a… Continue reading
My son’s birthday with cat hair and oboe
In 1976, you didn’t know your child’s sex until the genitals emerged. My husband had always wanted to name a son Robert, so we agreed that if “the baby” was a boy, we’d… Continue reading
One good thing about February
There is one good thing about February; it’s the month my daughter was born. She was supposed to make her grand entrance into this world on January 14. By the time February arrived,… Continue reading
Ronovan Writes Décima & Haiku poetry challenge :
DÉCIMA: 10 lines of poetry that rhyme. 8 syllables per line. SET RHYMING PATTERN: ABBAACCDDC OR two stanzas of ABBA/ACCDDC. THE CHALLENGE WORD: (CONTRAST) in the A rhyme line. HAIKU: 3 lines. 5 syllables in the… Continue reading
Vignette’s of life.
All it takes is a nudge, and a memory is expelled into the world like a cat’s hairball. My dad owned a moving company in the 1950’s (aka one moving truck and anyone… Continue reading
Where there’s a will…
Yes, I’m up at 2 in the morning. There was no other choice the moment my brain asked, “If a dog had wings, would it be called a flog?” If a meteor was on… Continue reading
Senseless B-Day Sarcasm : Celebrate
Once upon a time, there was a little girl with light blonde hair. More than anything else, she wanted a pony. For her birthday, her mother made a white dress with… Continue reading
Senseless Sunday Sarcasm: Family talents
My son is a poet: The I-can’t-breathe-without-it variety. This is one of his idols: Another of his poetry books will be published by Finishing Line Press. Sometime this century. I am the… Continue reading
Ballade
I reach for a thought that melts away …snow falling outside a sliding glass door …children playing in white too bright for my mind. Only shadows remain. She looks into my camera, her… Continue reading