Wild Card by Kimberly Blanchard (11/16) I’m playin’ with a wild card hiding somewhere in the deck Just what you’re gonna do next I don’t care to make a bet We’ve been down this road before so I know where it always ends I should throw my cards down now, stop this mad game Read More…
Tag: Poetry
For Sam . . . by Kimberly Blanchard
My dear friend Billie Furuichi lost her beloved two years ago. Isamu (Sam) was fishing in the Metolius River when he lost his footing and was swept downstream. Billie was there, on a bridge overlooking the river and saw go, but was unable to even get cell service where she was to summon help. This Read More…
Flowers and Shells . . . by Karl Sandstrom
What happened to the dove? Where have the children gone? The ones who wore shells And sang of peace and love What became of the day? When sweet words rose By the sunlight in hearts And flowers on the way Now words seem uncaring And there’s nowhere to turn Like the earth only frowns And Read More…
Stargazer . . . by Annie Hale
I wrote Stargazer during a writer’s group assignment after listening to a session of Natalie Goldberg and Julia Cameron speak on writing from joy. The idea of writing without sensor is not new to me. I have enjoyed using Julia Cameron’s Artist Way Journal in the past. The idea of tapping into my spiritual connection Read More…
Older but not Obsolete … by Kimberly Blanchard
I figured out why we’re alone when we’re old Our kids find us boring, not fun, I am told From the mouth of a babe to the ears of a granny The emotions his words stirred were varied and many (Am I really that old in the eyes of a child? Have I forgotten Read More…