We speak of her not as a piece of history, but as the breath you must experience outside when the first daffodils bloom.
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A Corrie Poem
Remember when we watched the planes fly out?
When and Why We Write
Sometimes when we write, ... we're really writing for someone else. Authors write for ourselves, too, otherwise: Why do it? Now, I am grateful to add poet with my author achievements because two of my poems will be published later this year. My therapist asked me what she thought was a strange question: "Can I… Continue reading When and Why We Write
When We Say “Our House”
The house, our house, is meant to be a place to heal rather than divide. It keeps the table where we should sit and discuss. Something, we dream, that should stand for ages long after our footsteps disappear from the Earth's fields.
Unlit, A Corrie Poem
As a child, I wondered about the houses without wreaths, trees and lights and the reasons why ...
Corrie’ Season Presents the Rose Art Work, “Naomi’s Liberty Bell”
For the first time on Corrie’s Season, I share “art” as the highlight instead of writing.
Symphonies for Little Girls
"I was alone listening to Beethoven's 'Moonlight Sonata' on the other side of the school, and I thought, I will write Corrie a symphony of words."
Did you know my Corrie Belle?: a Corrie Poem
If you know my daughter, you know her impact is such as legends make of kings.
October and a Part of “Sweet Sixteen,” a Corrie Poem
Six minus one is five, and at sixteen, we seldom realize destinies are nothing more than beautiful orange and yellow leaves cleaving to branches in late October before they fall in a river bank.
I Walk in the Tides
Wednesday was the first day I'd felt happy, since May 26, 2020. While I'd experienced moments of contentment, bittersweet joy, or laughed; I'd been divorced from happiness for a while. As Hayes and I went to school, Danger Zone came on the radio.
Corrie's Season 