Where the Crawdads Sing–by Delia Owens

a book review Image by homecare119 from Pixabay I just finished reading Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens. All. The. Feels. The naturalist within me sang circles and ran around excitedly, arms in the air and miniature binoculars on the ready — while reading this intensely poetic and nature-filled joy of a book. To say that I could not … Continue reading Where the Crawdads Sing–by Delia Owens

It’s Never to Late to Teach Your Kids Body Positivity

even if you are still learning it for yourself photo by Amy Treasure, Unsplash.com My daughter is starting high school this year. Oh, how I remember that freshman year of mine in 1987. Big hair was in, and a shapely body with a tiny waist. I felt the pressure of thinness much earlier than those … Continue reading It’s Never to Late to Teach Your Kids Body Positivity

Excavating a Poem

a free verse poem celebrating the process Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay Excavating a Poem Some, a breath exhaled slowly into life-giving words. Some, an excavation with bristles firm, then soft and careful. Some, roots gnarled and half-buried we trip over them and follow them to trees. Some, grains of sand to be gathered … Continue reading Excavating a Poem

the skin i am in

a free-verse poem, “Human Prompt” Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay The following poem entitled "the skin i am in" was written in response to Medium's Human Parts weekend prompt and is published here: https://medium.com/@fnfwriter/the-skin-i-am-in-93fc77d6ba7b?source=friends_link&sk=6d40596a9ef6f7ebf0846cefc782ae46 the skin i am in watery wombmy cells gatherwrapped in the skini’d be born inwrinkled, noisyerupting into air concrete burningtiny feet runningjune bugs dartingin … Continue reading the skin i am in

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

Tea and Memories

a free verse poem Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash Hot tea, infused with sugarwhite, granular, swallowed-up.Powdered creamer swirls, slips inside, a marriageof “Good Morning” and “Wake up”to me, sleepy on the couch.Pungent warmth to tongue, to throat,to the insides…a dissipationto soothe the memoriesaway. Some days they come.A survivor, me? The multi-syllabic mess of me?You have so much to offer, she said, with a genuine smile.She was … Continue reading Tea and Memories

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

Circles and Stones

a free verse poem Photo by Halanna Halila on Unsplash You cast stoneslift your curses high,chanting carried away,to hide and wait for you…its return three-fold?I think no goddess hears you.It is a barren place,your circle. It is my pleasure,to wipe your sweet nectar fromproboscis and pen,parts of your souldigging into mine. (I use it!)I abuse it, this loving … Continue reading Circles and Stones

Experience “Gaerver Pond” an original, Free Verse Poem

poem by Christina Ward Image by Kerttu Northman from Pixabay Gaerver Pond Evening descends, darkness crawling intothe spaces of my yard,Leaves spin then settle into shadow.Fall brings herself in quietly this year. Gaerver Pond is still,save the concentric circledisruptions of insect and air. Beneath a green veilmayfly nymphs squirm and crawl.They will be devoured, in time. I await … Continue reading Experience “Gaerver Pond” an original, Free Verse Poem

A Pier No More

an original poem by Christina Ward Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay We were an old pier, standing in the sea,pilings caked with barnacles, ravaged by the currents,our foundation weak. We waited for the tides to displace us,unplug us from our feeble grip on shifting sands…for the sea to bring us to our knees. The sandy currents burn with salt lifenibbling … Continue reading A Pier No More