There are No Words (a visit to the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum)
July 12, 2011, 8:04 pm
Filed under: Musings, Poetry
I  desperately want to put into words the way I feel
I  desperately want to put my arms around the spirits
  that surround me
          to comfort them
          to whisper
                    I miss you
                    I love you
                    I will never forget you

I desperately want to put into words the way I feel
I desperately want to lash out against the evil spirits
  that surround me
          to hold them accountable
          to ask them
                    why did you do it?
                    how could you do it?
                    would you do it again?

I desperately want to put into words the way I feel
I desperately want to understand
          the images I've seen
          the sounds I've heard
                    have I grasped the message?
                    have I learned the lesson?
                    what do I do now?

I desperately want to put into words the way I feel

                    there are no words
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Six Word Memoirs — Finding Happiness
June 5, 2011, 3:35 pm
Filed under: Musings, Poetry

1.

Challenge —

Find myself.

Don’t let go!

2.

Cherish family.

Treasure friendship.

Give back.



Perfection
February 25, 2011, 11:47 pm
Filed under: Fiction

I recently participated in a short story competition sponsored by NYCMidnight.com.  The competition challenged writers to create a short story (max. 2500 words) in 8 days.  NYCMidnight assigned the genre and subject.  My genre was “Mystery,” the subject, “A Recipe.”  Here’s my submission, “Perfection.” Continue reading



Snow Days–a haiku
January 26, 2011, 5:42 pm
Filed under: Poetry

Not just a day off

Unexpected, unannounced

A kiss from above!



Giving Myself Permission
January 20, 2011, 10:46 pm
Filed under: Musings, Poetry, Uncategorized

“Give yourself permission to write.”  Sounds simple.
But why do we need permission?

Do we give ourselves permission to breathe?
No.  We just do it.

Do we give our hearts permission to beat?
Do our hearts even ask?
Of course not.

We don’t need to give ourselves permission to do our jobs,
We just work.

We don’t need to give ourselves permission 
to reach out to our families, our friends,
to do things for them,
to be there for them.
We don’t have to give ourselves permission,
We just love them.

Should we need to give ourselves permission to write,
to sing, to dance, to be our true selves?
We shouldn’t
but we worry,
 if we don’t ask permission
what will people think
of us?

People might think we’re selfish,
we’re self-centered,
we’re self-indulgent.

Why don’t we think that it’s o.k. to be “us?”
Nobody ever told us.
Nobody ever encouraged us.
Nobody ever grabbed our hands and said
“Let’s fly!”

Maybe we shouldn’t have to give ourselves permission
to be our true selves
But if we don’t
Maybe we’ll never get the chance.

I’m giving myself permission.



Everything Old is New Again
January 19, 2011, 8:59 pm
Filed under: Musings, Poetry

Accepting my 15 years of service award
I thought
“After this much time, why do I still feel like
a brand new teacher?”

And then I realized
“It’s probably because
I am a new teacher,
a new English teacher.”

Reviewing a presentation I wrote
when I was an “experienced” drama teacher,
I thought,
“How nice it must be,
to know what you’re doing.”
And, guess what?
It was nice.

But being new and feeling lost much of the time
has it’s benefits.
Nothing is routine–yet
Nothing is predictable–yet
Every day is new
Every day is an adventure.

Maybe I’ll never be a teenager again.
Maybe I’ll never be 20, or 30, 40, or even 50.
But I feel like I’ve found my fountain of youth.



2010–that was the year that was
January 16, 2011, 10:49 pm
Filed under: Musings, Poetry

This is in response to a writing prompt we were given during the Eastern Shore Writing Project’s Winter Writing Retreat at the Beach.  We were asked to select 8 words from a list of 20 and create a poem or story.  The words I selected are in italics.

We’re in the midst of a Great Recession.

Things are beginning to look up!
     No they’re not.
     Yes they are.
     No they’re not.

Says who?

Says the Tea Party.
We say the country is spiraling into socialism.
This is the United States of America.
You can’t take away our individual power.
We have the right to make our own decisions.
And don’t forget about the 2nd Amendment.
We must be dissidents.
We must refudiate you!

Well we’re the “others.”
And we say you Sarah Palin doppelgangers 
with your terrifying, half-baked ideas
are going to destroy the United States of America.
And that’s destroy in 3D
     Demoralize
     Devastate
     Disintegrate.
We must be dissidents.
We must refudiate you!

WAIT A MINUTE!  Just wait a minute!

We don’t know that voice.
The Tea Party, the “others” look around —
furtive, questioning.

YOU KNOW ME!  But you’ve forgotten to listen
You’ve forgotten to care.

I’m the people
     and I’m tired of all the shouting
     sick of all the name calling
     disgusted by all the “holier than thou.”

I DEMAND A MORATORIUM!