Turning into Mom
Turning into Mom
I hear my mom’s voice many mornings when I roll out of bed, her eyes looking back at me in a…
Browsing Tag
Poetic Prose
Poetic Prose related guest posts by a selection of established and upcoming authors.
I Drank His Blood
I Drank His Blood
Swallowed, wiped the corners of my eyes;
gazed up to see a painted ceiling, cherubs dancing,…
A Simple Rain
A Simple Rain
The earth is hushed
Those with places to go hurry inside
As outside the sky
Opens up …
My Favorite Doll
My Favorite Doll
Grandmother catches rain in a rain barrel - near rows of dirt.
My small fingers twist a…
What – Green Snow?
That tree above shakes and bends with the gusts – green seedpods shower the hummus crowd - horizontal green snow!
Angels and Grown-ups
Left alone on Mama’s bed,in Mama’s room -still heard Grandmother’s feet -she wore black tied shoesand her feet…
Plate of Bone China
A plate resting near our kitchen sink became her missile, as her hand gripped bone china – bone china from her…
Do You Admire Those Who Stare?
Do You Admire Those Who Stare?The moon - it is full, lighting up the night
Cornstalks were touching the…
A Cowboy’s Moon Light Ride
A Virgin Moon shining
particles of our forefathers,
ageless and weightless,
a movie camera.Intake,…
Carved Faces
You have made your mark on
nature, skipped by rocks – now
pebbles – kicked scattered patches
0f leaves;…