Poems, Interrupted
My poems want to begin, lately, with waking from a dream, at dawn, midnight, 3 am or other portentous digits. The words insist on that inherent drama, dance between two…
On Technology, Mobility, and Relinquishing Control
Techno Turbulence, with Mobility Hiatus Ahead The daylight came, an everyday miracle and I rose to it with pure intentions. My poet’s heart drummed insistent rhythm, and I sang along with equanimity. Thing one: A…
MelindaDecember 6, 2017
From the First of November, 2017
Because sometimes it takes a whole month to write it down. I type with hands that are redolent with garlic, onion, and freshly grated ginger. Today contains a chunk of time for cooking, with hearty…
MelindaNovember 30, 2017
Inner Child Remembers
Before The Tax that adolescence imposes on body, mind, and spirit, probably in that order, there were hearty chunks of time that were some sort of unencumbered. Inner Child remembers discovering the fairies living well…
MelindaNovember 14, 2017
Autographing Autumn
I was walking, first field-- verdant, moist , glorious carpet of greens, and the woods edged closer, with a beckoning trail, and then the floor was pine needles, punctuated with wily old roots in no…
MelindaOctober 22, 2017
The Art of Being Present
art by my friend Marina Powdermaker. Find more of her work at https://www.etsy.com/shop/MarinaPowdermaker PAST where I am rereading the same testimonies from the same perspective: accused, accuser, over and over the details wearing deep grooves…
MelindaOctober 11, 2017
Perhaps you’re an island, but you’re still in the world.
Mass Deception There’s no wonder here. No wonder we are so tight tense irritable. Sick more often. No surprise, no wonderful to see you, no more pleasantries masking indifference or contempt. We have been stripped,…
MelindaOctober 5, 2017
In Times Like These: Silver Linings of Caregiving
THANK YOU, TEDIUM In the midst of the interminable news; all-bad-all-the-time, chaos and tragedy, aftermath and predictions, close ups and sound bites that feed worry and starve hope, invite helplessness, inside this swirl, this…
MelindaSeptember 19, 2017