Booklover

It’s simple, our love – you ask what I’m reading and I tell you the plot, What I love and hate about the characters, How the author does what I wish I could but, so far, have not, And if there was a movie, my dream cast of actors. I tell you where I wish…

Wednesday Writing 5 30 18

Below is a piece that I wrote some time ago about Fear and which I am planning to include in my upcoming publication about the cycles of life. Copyright (C) 2018 by Karen Wright The above is an excerpt from an ongoing creative writing project which will probably be heavily edited in the future. Please…

Unclaimed Packages for Christmas

How are you preparing for Christmas? I bet whatever you’re doing, you’re surrounded with packages, some that you tear into eagerly because the box contains something you’ve been waiting on, other times the carton gets pushed into the corner just waiting, maybe because you don’t think it’s time to open it yet, sometimes you just…

Move forward

Pocketfuls of promises sagging when the wind Laps the skirt around your knees. Locked inside a static stance The possibility of movement beckons at your hems Yet, rigidity overwhelms. Eyes fixed on the hopeful whispers that escape The prison of fleece-lined pockets, Riding potent wind gusts. Life pokes and thrusts Will you say yes? Fling…

Imagine Me

See past my scars and imagine dewy skin that was never laced with angry fingerprints See past my unshed tears blocking hazel drops reflecting everything I feel and think, See gray strands and imagine thick coils of youth It wasn’t so long ago I wore heavy braids down past My shoulders but when he yanked…

Life Before Death

On cold and rainy days, I get a little emotional. Today, being a blustery, blizzard-like, white-out snow day in New York City, I’m even more sappy, I guess. These are the days when the creative juices flow a little freer and it seems fitting to share the fruit borne in other days like this. Life…

Timeless

Here is a part of my heart. By that, I mean, this is a poem I wrote today that I will share with you here even though right now, it’s just a  scribble, a first draft that I might never have gone back to edit, and instead might be more inclined to keep in my…

Fear

A mop haired monster, its claws on a button That could wipe out my life and all the things I dreamed about but never did. Not yet. Pings on my phone, the latest update. Carefully worded, to make my heart race. It beats the same. Five hurricanes, names I recognize from a childhood game. Harvey’s…

Black Tie Affair

A few weeks ago, a friend I made through Booktube introduced me to his poetry by sending me his most recent collection for free. I finally read it and wanted to share my thoughts with you. In this collection, Estrada records life as it is lived sometimes amid fear and bravado, through the distorted lens…

Unhinged

When I’ve been away from writing for a while, I usually start with poetry. I write my feelings down in staccato, and just free myself to list my emotions without connecting them. Here’s what I am thinking today, in verse. Tears pool under your chin Pinpricks piercing the skin That covers my heart Matching fountains…

Fooling The Killers

I’ve been reading a lot of poetry recently and loved this writer’s attitude to finding his childhood friend, or not. The poet, Taha Muhammad Ali, is from Palestine, a little part of the world where the people have endured many wars and their lives and relationships have settled into some acceptance of uncertainty. This poem was written…

Otherwise

I saw this beautiful poem posted on another blog recently and had to share it with you too. Otherwise by Jane Kenyon I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been otherwise. I took the dog uphill to the birch…