A Poem in Memory of Aunt Bess

If my great-aunt Bess were still alive, she would have turned 108 this month. We fell in love when I was a toddler and never fell out. When I stopped going to church in college, she would ask me, every time I saw her if I’d started back. When I finally did, I...

A Poem About Persistence

Today I think this poem is about persistence. Though it’s likely not what I was thinking when I wrote it. That’s the beauty of words–everyone brings their own intentions to them.       ELEMENTARY Water within stone and stone within water. Solid and...

Book to Movie

One of my favorite books in recent years is Serena by Ron Rash. I wrote about it here. Rash, a poet, has a way of writing that almost makes me want to give up trying to do it myself. He writes prose with a poetic flavor that I find irresistible. It’s just yummy....

A Solemn . . . I Mean Irreverent . . . Poem

I really  like this poem of mine. It comes from a story my dad has often told about a group of men digging a grave in the church cemetery where I grew up. My husband thinks it’s a little bit awful. What say you? MOURNING OR A MURDER OF CROWS   Men gather when a...

A Poem for September

FIREFLY FLY AWAY HOME I didn’t notice when they left, the fireflies that danced all summer in the yard. But on a September night I saw the last one lying in the grass, glowing steady. Unblinking. An accusing eye that would not close. Frozen wide in shock, or...

Writing is Like Homemade Ice Cream

We had an ice cream social at church Sunday evening and I volunteered to bring some homemade ice cream. When we were kids we often made ice cream in the summer. With our own milk cow we had an abundance of cream and it was probably a good way to keep us busy for 30...