These Vexing Times I’m repotting plants today…repotting, relocating, rethinking. Anything to feel a bit of control over my immediate destiny. A little dramatic? Yes, but still, these are vexing times. So much of my autonomy is in question these days…but I remain the queen of my home…and plants my subjects. As I cradle the root … Continue reading These Vexing Times, Donna Matthews
Haibun
THROWBACK FRIDAY: Reign of Pride
Thundershowers The raindrops flow in rivers down the window pane and I imagine them intersecting with the memories from another day. Looking through the glass, the outside world is distorted through the long water phalanges like streams…distorted like the conversation. My thoughts hijacked by the perceived slight. The harsh, uncaring attitude. I watch the treetops … Continue reading THROWBACK FRIDAY: Reign of Pride
Clover Field, by Donna Matthews
It’s Saturday morning. My favorite morning today. I love all the mornings but Saturday is a wee bit special with her wide open arms of nothingness. Nothing expected. Nothing due. Nothing required of me. She just wants to hang out and let our feet wander where they will. wind cold on my face spring not … Continue reading Clover Field, by Donna Matthews
Unraveling the Unknown
I’m in my happy place…driving through the middle of no-where Utah…land of red sedimentary rock, copper mines, and known as Straight-Up Land by the Paiute Indians. The road ahead goes on for what seems forever. What is it about this road that makes me so happy? It’s not just any ol’ road. Roads carved by … Continue reading Unraveling the Unknown
We Come To Be
Recalling the Epictetus quote I read earlier this morning, I looked around the room of new college students, “No one comes to be what he is all at once.” Do you remember your 18-year-old self? 19? 20? I don’t. I know I was in college, but only because I understood it to be my next step of … Continue reading We Come To Be
Spices
Spices Pulling out the old, tattered chili recipe, I can’t help but reflect on the man who created it and our tumultuous relationship. You’d think after the abandonment of my “real” dad, having a stepdad who showed up, supported my mom and her two kids and wrote chili recipes in his spare time might be … Continue reading Spices
Haibun: Monstress
I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. His voice is raspy and weak as he pulls me in close. “My darling girl. My beautiful, darling girl. Why?” Rebellious tears roll down my cheeks. I want to be strong and stoic but I’m not. The wooden stake protruding from his … Continue reading Haibun: Monstress
THROWBACK FRIDAY: Verily
Verily, I believe in beauty which is birthed from love and life.
Haibun: Wolf Moon
The night is cold, perfect for a dip in the hot tub. Naked, we step out into the brisk air and search for the full moon. Above us, the night sky is rampant with blue-black clouds, backlit by the beautiful orb. Like her namesake she scratches and bites at the shape shifting shadows, howling for … Continue reading Haibun: Wolf Moon
Poetry in Motion
A big thank you to Christine for stepping in at short notice last week. I loved her poem, On Becoming A Writer. It got to the heart and soul of what writing means and the blocks and thoughts we all face as writers. Today, I want to explore the processes we employ as poets. When … Continue reading Poetry in Motion
