Emergent Spring ~ spring new buds seek the sun life emergent buzzing with motion birdsong fills the forest nests, caves, and dens being built harbingers of rebirth abound heeding the impulse of creation nature resplendent with color and sound ~ I picked an etheree as my form for this week’s poem. I love the shape […]

Emergent Spring

This being human is heavy tonightand I am thinking of the gym sauna,cedar hot against my skinaching from the distance I made it run,but still now in the dry heatalmost frozen still in fact,as the man in his fifties chats,learns what my parents do,starts explaining how fucked up things arewith the EU, Single Farm Payments, […]

Another Nothing Moment – A #Poem By Carol J Forrester

A painter without a brush, that’s what I’d like to be; a painter without a brushor any paint: to paint with words alonethe things I see, without too much of artifice,without restraint. I’m not sure I could paint youa sunset sky in poetry, and anywayyou know the way it goes:all crimsons, lilacs, pinks,the softer shades […]

A Painter Without a Brush #poetry #dVerse

Amid the chaosof our cluttered world,sometimes we have onlybut a past moment,something distinctly differentfrom all the other colorless days.And that one solitary moment,the one we treasurewith fondness and lovegives us something to cling towhen we can no longer seea single thread of light.Those rare moments existto reassure us during the timeswhen the dark daresto snuff […]

Something to cling to…

Without black, there is no whiteWithout white, there is no blackWhat you are asking for skinSkin whitening, skin brighteningEnds up with skin darkening ©️Athira2021 All Rights Reserved

#Poem #Free verse 14 #My skin your skin

My first blog post was “Why I Refuse to Judge Any Mother.” In it, I describe my observations of a friend’s mother, juxtapose her mother with how I felt about my own mother, and then explain how I hope my own daughters will see me as a mother—when they eventually begin to reflect. Out of […]

Writer’s Workshop: Voice

Anna Ismagilova; Shutterstock I am thrilled that my two poems Prayer and A Night of Marble and of Gingerbread were included in Issue I of Free Verse Revolution: Hebe (the fountain of youth) Prayer by Gabriela Marie Milton you, fountain of youth,forgive meI am the one made from mud and from the skin of Attica’sflutesat […]

Two Poems Included in Issue I of Free Verse Revolution: a literary magazine #poem

I am a dreamer-Floating in the celestial Between your world and mine:Only to return to poetry We meet on the notes of a violin In the sepia of memory Where the ink washes out my tears;In the fragility Of my breath Your fragrant laughter rakes my navel Fleeting in the drifting daylight Catching my eye, […]

I Am A Dreamer

I just want to go home,To where I can beMy most true self,To where I can stopActing to be someone else. I just want to go home,Where I am allowed to errEven when I try my best,Where I am free to cryTo my heart’s content. I just want to go home,To they who makeMy very […]

I Just Want to Go Home

The Merry Writer started as a hashtag game on Twitter and Instagram. Hosted by Ari Meghlen and myself, The Merry Writer Podcast is a fun, friendly show about all things writing and bookish. Join us as we ask all the “write” questions. Check out episode 52 this week! Episode 052: How do you create character…

How Do You Create Character Profiles?