Day 118: Galveston, Home

My bride and I have been down in Galveston now for a little over half a year and we love it here. I found myself reflecting on that this morning and let that become the basis for today’s poem.

As an aside, we took some family member to the Galveston Art Walk this weekend. The first exhibit we walked in to was called “Cat Butt Parfait.” I’ll leave it to your imagination exactly what it contained. My parent’s reaction? Priceless.

Galveston, Home

Day 188: A Quiet Moment

Sometimes they are difficult to find. This is, I think, because quiet moments aren’t ever truly found: quiet moments are made.

A Quiet Moment

Day 98: Which Calm?

My bride and I went to An Evening with Margaret Atwood the other night, which began with her reading some of her poetry. After listening, I took away permission to ask more blatant questions in my own poetry. I’ve made an effort to steer away from that sort of thing overtly, but Atwood reminded me of one critical rule of creative writing: if it works then it works. Sometimes you don’t know if it does or not until you’ve done it. So, which type of calm do you pursue in your life?

Which Calm?

Day 79: Joy is a State

Today’s poem was inspired by “Rotunda” written by Houston poet Mark Jodon, author of “Day of the Speckled Trout” and “What the Raven Wants.” It was published in San Antonio Express-News and shared with me by my mother. If you have not had the privilege of reading Mr. Jodon’s work, I highly encourage you to do so.

In reading “Rotunda,” I noticed that in contrast to Jodon’s style here, I tend to almost always fill up the available space to me with words. Here’s an attempt at brevity.

Joy is a State