I'm like a house that's been set on fire. Firefighters put it out in time to save it. The house is only damaged. It can be restored and made more beautiful than before.
Month: June 2019
I Would Not See, a poem dedicated to my co-workers
I took one last walk down the hall. My husband waited for me there. I could believe I would not see Your eyes drop down at the ground, or you smile through clenched teeth to say, "One day more." I waited for this day to come, and when it did, I smiled wide until I… Continue reading I Would Not See, a poem dedicated to my co-workers
They Say I Lost my Hope, a poem
There is a rumor going 'round that I lost my hope. Some say I sold out my hope when I dressed in black, but I put on a dress-- a soldier's unwrinkled uniform. It's pressed and ready. It might get torn, covered in mud, and my face reflects a reaction no one's nightmare wants to… Continue reading They Say I Lost my Hope, a poem
Writing about Goodbye
Poetry contains photographs. Old school poetry didn’t interest me much, but when introduced to early twentieth century poets, my world changed. Poems didn’t have to rhyme. Lines could break. You could paint with words or create pictures through the placement of words. In my last blog, I wrote about how we, as writers and teachers,… Continue reading Writing about Goodbye
A Purpose to Write
Writing has dominated my life. Reader: (most sarcastic voice) Becca, I had no idea. I communicate better through writing than when I talk face-to-face because it could depend on which side of my personality I wish expose or hide when I speak with someone. Most of the time, I have little time write my memoir,… Continue reading A Purpose to Write
Corrie's Season 