“Doe Season in Mamma’s Kitchen” is Selected as a Feature Poem

Thanks to The Coil Magazine for selecting my work Image by (El Caminante) from Pixabay I am very pleased to share with you all that an exclusive magazine, The Coil, via Alternating Current Press, has chosen a poem of mine which I submitted to them in April of 2019. It takes a long time to … Continue reading “Doe Season in Mamma’s Kitchen” is Selected as a Feature Poem

I am SICK of Seeing Black People Killed for Jogging…or for BREATHING

This has GOT to stop I have seen enough. The officers responsible for the murder of George Floyd should be arrested and charged with the aggravated murder of an unarmed black man. My heart is sick over this. I can't process this. And it is not even MY pain. This pain is a burden the … Continue reading I am SICK of Seeing Black People Killed for Jogging…or for BREATHING

Memorial Day 2020–Our fallen Soldiers Honored in Verse

a free verse poem to honor our soldiers on Memorial Day Image by Myriam Zilles from Pixabay For the Honor of Soldiers Our tears find restin a sea ofwhite crosses. We cannot raiseour thanksnor theirloss — enough to honor them.Enough to removethat dead look in theeyes of their spouses,their parents, their children. We gave them … Continue reading Memorial Day 2020–Our fallen Soldiers Honored in Verse

Live Your Best Life–What Does This Mean to You? Take the Well-Living Assessment

A Fiddleheads & Floss blog series : Well-Living Assessment About this series: What does it mean to you to “live your best life?” Though our versions of this are many, there are common threads in our human experience that unite us at a deep level of understanding. "The Fiddlehead Life" blog series nurtures those places … Continue reading Live Your Best Life–What Does This Mean to You? Take the Well-Living Assessment

Introducing Poet Sylvia Clare

Through the Eyes of a Poet series #4 Through the Eyes of a Poet series by Christina M. WardFeatured Poet: Sylvia ClareObjective: To encourage people to broaden their reading interests through poetry, support the poetry community, and introduce you to poets and their personal stories.For updates on this series: Join this Author Newsletter. Sylvia Clare, … Continue reading Introducing Poet Sylvia Clare

Gathering Them — A Free Verse Poem on Leaps of Faith

Preparing a poetry collection. photo by adege on Pixabay Gathering Them I am gathering them,snapshots on a line,puzzle pieces,building blocks,roots. Together. Individually, yes, strength.Each a painting, a break in the timeline of my life,a check mark. But, together… Together they say something bigger.Together they are a timeline. Snapshots become an art gallery,puzzle pieces, when placed,begin … Continue reading Gathering Them — A Free Verse Poem on Leaps of Faith

12 Poetry Quotes that Teach us Self Love

you are worth it Image by Maria Zangone from Pixabay “Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds or bends with the remover to remove — it is an ever-fixed mark.” — from some Shakespearean sonnet I had to memorize in high school. This poem still plays in my head fairly often and … Continue reading 12 Poetry Quotes that Teach us Self Love

Medium UPDATE–Here’s what you may have missed

Fiddleheads & Floss Newsletter Hi to all my WordPress followers!! This week on my Medium account I did ALL of my links with the "Friend Links" which means that YOU--even if you are NOT a Medium member, can enjoy this content. I thought I'd share the newsletter with you! Read below to see what you … Continue reading Medium UPDATE–Here’s what you may have missed

Late Night Storm in July

a free verse poem Image by WikimediaImages from Pixabay It feels like a deep rumble in the belly of the earth.Roaring through the skies like it came right out of the ground, a fat belch set free to shake the darknessin the skies. The churning light, pulsing within itsthundercloud womb, burning to strike trees from root — the shift and boil and release.That … Continue reading Late Night Storm in July

Abysmal You

Free Verse poetry Image by Jess Foami from Pixabay I dream of things unspoken.You shake me to the surfacesleepy-eyed, confused. You might still be real. There might still be one momentthat is mine. My nakedness aches.I don’t wantthe graythe shadowthe memory to absorb you. Eyes wide and blind, I am a child,abandoned, untethered. Original publishing: Abysmal You My … Continue reading Abysmal You