Fair Food

I wrote this prose poem several years ago when I met my friend's fiancé (now husband) for the first time while attending our local fair. Since it's Labor Day and I just went to the fair a few days ago, I thought I'd repost it again. The aura of hay and animal sweat mingles with … Continue reading Fair Food

Distance

An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch of tangle but it will never break. –Chines Proverb They say our hearts are connectedby a thin, red threadtied in the middle of our hearts.It breaches any distance,but right now, I feel the distance.It’s not … Continue reading Distance

Clay Pot

I am a clay pothandcrafted bythe Maker’s hands.Worn but precise,gentle but purpose-driven. I am not a shiny ceramic bowlor a china teacup.I am a clay pot. I am brittle,lacking design or color.I do not reflect light orhave intricate pink rosesgrowing around my sides.I am a clay pot. But I was crafted by old hands,knowledgeable and … Continue reading Clay Pot

World on Fire

I recently went to an art exhibit for Van Gogh and it reminded me of an exhibit I attended during a college final for Monet and Matisse. We were instructed to view the exhibit and then write something—a poem, a short piece, etc.—based on the exhibit. This is one of the prose poems I wrote … Continue reading World on Fire