Attributing meaning to flowers is not only a Victorian tradition but a Catholic one as well; many flowers have special meanings pertaining to Our Lady. Interestingly, the Marian definitions are strikingly opposite to the Victorian ones. In this poem, I focused on marigolds ("Mary's gold"/"Grief"), carnations ("Mary's love of God"/"Disdain"), and dandelions ("Mary's bitter sorrows"/"Rustic... Continue Reading →
Holy Thursday Meditation on Good Friday// Divine Mercy Remix
Fastand pray,contemplate: Sweatlike bloodslaking weeds. Godfinds fear,quakes from it. God –mighty,immortal: Havemercyon the world.
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Today's prompt is to write a concrete poem, which, I'll admit, I wasn't too keen on until I started writing. And then it was really fun! I do feel that this poem requires a little bit of explanation since it concerns my day job (and I love to talk about my day job). Skip the... Continue Reading →
a garden lost in translation
I had a few false-starts this morning with other lines from Osip Mandelstam's "Let Fly the Wild", finally settling on 'thirty-one years alive in cherry white'. Wish I could have spent a little more time reworking some things. I have three virtual classes today, so I had to make do with the 30 minutes available... Continue Reading →
Easter Bunny and tooth fairy are ‘essential workers,’ NZ PM says
Imagination slaves onfor, even when the money’s gone,the valuable bits of ourselvesmust still be sold:bartering the tooth for black coins.What of those gleaming scrap-metal heaps?What purchase have they in an Easterwhere earth-toned eggs match the backsplash,most widely available in shades of bone?
the little blue bird
I rest in the sky.Who is this winged humanbothering the fish?
miserere nobis
Not quite finished with this one. Will have to spend more time on it at a later date. Absolution is a mending,an exhale of goldfor all the yellowed sighsand red-scented sweat.By the hospital, I bankmy transgressionswith their ill silhouettesand salted nuclei, reclaimmy silvery sweet margins.
ABSeas
Day 4's prompt is to write about a dream. In the 5th grade, I had a recurring dream that my elementary school flooded and my crush turned into a shark. Huey, Dewey, and Louie were also involved, although I've left them out here. Sorry, boys. What was it like, breathing water?Your shape sinuous in its... Continue Reading →
The Drake’s Song
To create today's word bank, I used the metaphor generator from day one to find my base words. I wound up with the lovely phrases: 'you are the creams down the lake'; 'fervors are like gravelly gushes'; 'this crisp bouquet is balmy'; 'the suicidal glucoses sour the bouquet'. TW. This piece is a commentary on... Continue Reading →
cherried, not cherished
The blue walls caught the noon sun,bent bright light when day was done.Ceiling stars, dreamcatcher spunon wolf breath, the night begun –the child refusing to runfrom monsters, many or none.Bed abutting windowpaneso soft rain can soothe this one.
dragging the lake 