by Minerva Rising Contributor | Mar 18, 2016 | The Keeping Room
keep it real sister teacher arrived on the scene with instructions from the master, sowing love among the exotic herbs and wild flowers of her gardens. up came a harvest of children who caught her challenge to learn in spite of color, status, or address....
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Mar 16, 2016 | The Keeping Room
It’s oxymoronic, isn’t it, to speak up as a voice for silence? Maybe that comes from the perspective of this poet with a voice disability. What I say out loud is a cross between edgy and strangled. I’ve wondered if it isn’t a clue that I should listen more. The...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Mar 11, 2016 | The Keeping Room
She doesn’t know my face or my name but she held me afloat. Courage comes in many colors but her kind glows in the dark. I gave her my biggest fears and she handed me her dreams, the silly ones that made me laugh when I felt emptied out inside. She walked the...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Mar 4, 2016 | The Keeping Room
Seedpod of iris. What a perfect image for Mimi, the consummate gardener! How many gardens of hers have I helped dig, transplant; watched her preside over; shared the bounty from; commented on the design for . . . In Andover, her garden wound around drive and...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Jan 15, 2016 | The Keeping Room
When I returned to writing after a twenty-five year silence, I discovered a good poetry prompt site that I grew to love: POETSONLINE. This site introduced me to the idea of sharing and presenting poetry online for others to read, and it also taught me what fun it can...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Jan 8, 2016 | The Keeping Room
Writing is a magic act, like slipping into the space of a pocket door between layers of drywall, contorting into a fold of space-time. All around me, the house vibrates with activity, oblivious to my sorcery. The song within, the chorus surrounding, bloodlines...
