Poems, Interrupted
My poems want to begin, lately, with waking from a dream, at dawn, midnight, 3 am or other portentous digits. The words insist on that inherent drama, dance between two…
It’s a Good Thing
The View from Here Hello from my couch, where I’ve been planted for the majority of my waking hours for the past twenty five days. Who’s counting? I sure am. I’ve been following doctor’s orders…
MelindaJanuary 3, 2018
Caregiver’s Lament
I’m on the couch, somewhere in between sitting and reclining. My right leg is extended out in front of me, clad in a cast to the knee and elevated on an ottoman with a large…
MelindaDecember 18, 2017
On Technology, Mobility, and Relinquishing Control
Techno Turbulence, with Mobility Hiatus Ahead The daylight came, an everyday miracle and I rose to it with pure intentions. My poet’s heart drummed insistent rhythm, and I sang along with equanimity. Thing one: A…
MelindaDecember 6, 2017
From the First of November, 2017
Because sometimes it takes a whole month to write it down. I type with hands that are redolent with garlic, onion, and freshly grated ginger. Today contains a chunk of time for cooking, with hearty…
MelindaNovember 30, 2017
Autographing Autumn
I was walking, first field-- verdant, moist , glorious carpet of greens, and the woods edged closer, with a beckoning trail, and then the floor was pine needles, punctuated with wily old roots in no…
MelindaOctober 22, 2017
WHO WILL SING? Autism, Adulthood, and Home
Bink and the big, wide sea WHO WILL SING? She gets older, this daughter of mine, as do I, and the heavy question behind each day, and woven now into each year: what about…
MelindaAugust 24, 2017
Yogabilities™: Peace as a civil right
Doesn't everyone deserve to be peaceful? When I tell people that one of my occupations is teaching Yoga, there are some common responses. Oh, I love Yoga! I take it at the gym/the cool…
MelindaJune 14, 2017