Someone sent the scrabble poem I wrote for my poet friend Mara to Sy Safransky, editor of The Sun Magazine. It was Rosemary, a member of the Writers’ Workshop that Mara and I belong to, who told us at the spoken word open mic last night. Rosemary gave the poem to her friend who knows […]
AKA: Meet Colleen Sherry A new take on magnetic poetry? It’s a list of recent key word searches that brought folks to Loose Leaf: Can I sunbathe in the nude in South Carolina? What leaf is this? My husband is an out of work writer What kind of leaves do snails like? A narrow fellow […]
April is National Poetry Month. With that in mind, I decided to attempt to answer the following questions posed by Carol at A Revision. 1. Where do your poems start? What causes you to sit down and write a poem? Is it a certain emotion? Poetry is a constant in my life. I seem […]
1. If I was made of pottery and the sun was my kiln, my glaze would be freckles. 2. Now that I have DSL and my phone line isn’t tied up when I’m on line I’m seeing how many people don’t actually call me. 3. Glancing at a BMG music catalog that had just come […]
The class of 1998 at Women’s Wellness Week, Indian Valley, Virginia, a woman’s retreat hosted by my friend Ise Williams who has since passed away. Do you recognize me with mud on my face? To view a more recent class picture go here. My son Josh’s class picture is here. Can you find him in all […]
In April when others are doing taxes, I’m counting a different kind of yearly income; the heads of daffodils and the buds of tulips. Blinded by the exploding gold of forsythia against a rich blue sky, I try not to be greedy for purple, and as I watch the return of green, take inventory of […]
Let us in! My son Josh is in the back of his clay studio sleeping in his loft. His cell phone is turned off and my husband, Joe, is trying to break in. Here’s the story that led up to the scene: Josh has a bigger-than-life personality. Although he’s a serious artist, he’s playful and […]
I flew a kite! It was Josh’s friend Rachel’s birthday and we were up in the field on Dogwood hill just before sunset to celebrate. I spotted it in the sky while walking up to crest carrying a basket full of snacks and extra warm clothes. “A kite!” I blurted out to Josh and Joe […]
That’s me, a 5’ 1” mom standing on my toes to pose with my 6’2’ son, Josh, in front of a display of pots that were part of the show he was a co-curator of. The exhibit opened at Asheville’s American Folk Gallery and was the result of a grant that Josh and his colleague, […]
1. There are mornings that I’m glad to wake-up just so I can get some rest. Last night I dreamt that I got lost in city, was the lead in a play, had several costume changes, wore high heels, and forgot my lines. 2. Number 33 on my list of 100 Things About Me reads: […]
The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. ~ Ernest Hemingway “Strong in the Broken Places” was the theme of the art show that hung on the walls of The Glade Baptist Church where I met with the woman’s book club group that had just read my book, “The Jim […]
Girls in brightly colored wigs posing for poets in a clash of culture when live-bands performed at the Winter Sun Hall and the poets read free verse in Café Del Sol on the same night in different parts of the same building. ~ February ‘06 Post notes: On Wednesday, tomorrow, at two minutes and three […]
