The rules of a Writing Challenge are never all that difficult: “Do [this] for [a certain number of days], and hold yourself accountable.” “If you are… Read more ““Failing” in the August 2014 Poetry Postcard Challenge: My Writing Process”
Tag: Writing Limits
Anticipating Her Arrival
I have asked my husband, What do you think she will look like? He frowns, and I know there is no answer. Not right now. All… Read more “Anticipating Her Arrival”
Due Date
The act is violent, the tearing open, the skin. I imagine bird claws, the talons, a wind breaking open between two buildings. The mouth, agape. And… Read more “Due Date”
I Am Running Out of Poems.
And then I look to the fall trees, and I wonder if they ever think, “I am running out of leaves.” They probably do, they with… Read more “I Am Running Out of Poems.”
Searching Tide Pools for Shore Crabs
Crab is such an ugly word—the hard k, its suddenness. I’m steeped in these small pools, or perched on the surrounding rocks and sand, one hole… Read more “Searching Tide Pools for Shore Crabs”
Garden Stems
I go out into the world, looking for strawberries like the ones from my mother’s garden. They were small and firm, sweet but bitter, dirt caught… Read more “Garden Stems”
Untitled; An Accordion
Yesterday, I spent the day sleeping away my life. It was peaceful, the blankets all clustered near the back porch door, and all the doors and… Read more “Untitled; An Accordion”
Collecting Horses
I want to get back into drawing, the pencil in my hand, the thick charcoal under my nails. I keep collecting spare pieces of paper, of… Read more “Collecting Horses”
Memories
You should know by now that we can’t go back. Not like this. Not back through the electric fence or past the sheep, dehydrated and teeming.… Read more “Memories”