In Praise of Yak Cheese Chews
This was another poem for this year’s poem a day. The prompt for this one was “cheese.” This is based on a true story, aka my daily existence right now. That small nub under the text in today’s photo is …
Man In Room 39
It’s November, and I’m once more doing a Poem a Day challenge, this time using prompts by the Poetry Pub. Yesterday’s prompt was to write a poem using the title of a song. I chose The Arcadian Wild’s “Man in …
The Meaning of the Markings
It’s a good thing it’s almost time for the November Poem a Day challenge again; I need a new set to pull from for publication. This one was written for last year’s challenge to the prompt “The Meaning of.” Having …
The Fisherman
I don’t have a whole lot to say about today’s poem. I wrote it last November to the prompt “Exaggeration.” The Fisherman Originally written November 25, 2020 So there I was, out on a stormy lake, Just startin’ to put …
A Liturgy for Gamers
Last weekend was Hutchmoot, a gathering that loves finding the holy in the mundane. This weekend is LTN Con, Love Thy Nerd’s annual gathering to talk about ministering to gamers and geeks. In honor of both of these events, it …
God’s Playground
It’s another Hutchmoot—my eighth, and the second virtual one. Today’s poem was my 2017 contribution to the Hutchmoot scrapbook. 2017 was the first year Hutchmoot was held at Christ Presbyterian Church, basically because the previous church was too small. A …
Urgent
I wrote this one as part of my brief attempt to do this past April’s Poem a Day challenge. The theme was communication. I think the poem speaks for itself. Urgent Originally written April 3, 2021 The first one came …
Anti
I’m just tired from a week of travel and trying to wrangle a recently-neutered puppy. Have a haiku I wrote to the November Poem a Day prompt “anti” a few years ago. It’s definitely representative of how I feel right …
The Orphan
Like many women my age, I grew up on a lot of “orphan fiction,” for lack of a better term. Anne of Green Gables is the most pertinent example, but of course there were plenty of Dickensonian orphans before Anne …
These Hands
That semester I had loaded all of my classes onto Tuesdays and Thursdays, running on Tuesdays from I think 9 in the morning all the way to 9 at night. That front-loading is how I will always remember it was …