Published in Scribe·PinnedMember-onlyRolling Land of the Early BloomsWriting Prompt: On the Road to Spring — There’ll be snow in Appalachia tonight but I’m in the rolling land of the early blooms memories of rhododendron tunnels replaced by cusps of azaleas — blossoms resume done are we with daffodils, Bradford pears have dropped white for green crocus moves aside for tulip and iris phlox will blanket mulch and weed…Writing Prompt1 min readWriting Prompt1 min read
Published in Scribe·PinnedMember-onlyMore Than SurvivalA Poem — I want now to be about more than survival, don’t you want to feel the sun on your face the life you didn’t live slipping from view like bubbles over the fence from some unknown wind I want to feel the purpose and point again of your hands on me, desire on the verge of taking…Love1 min readLove1 min read
Published in Sky Collection·PinnedMember-onlyDistractedSky Collection quote prompt №37 — Over the strained time-ridden faces Distracted from distraction by distraction — T.S. Eliot, from Four Quartets there are many thoughts about the crow they show up in my poems— thus, my dreams patient on the gym roof spying children leave behind anything music still on my every breath I follow the…Poetry3 min readPoetry3 min read
Published in Scribe·PinnedMember-onlyWhat Does the Crow Know?A poem — is anyone ever in the clear? — transparent, translucent, iridescent are we the late ones? are we just getting started? the one step forward — does the crow ever shy away from her throat? call out to the blue ridge then riding a top-branch wind, regret her choice of tone or timing…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
PinnedMember-onlyThe World Needs More PoetsA Poem — Call up your favorite languages Call up your mother tongue Spill out your crafty treasure chests Dust off your used-to-be hobbies Pull down the attic ladder Gather the scrapbooks, the yearbooks, the printed photographs Your sewing machine Restring your guitar Clear your throat for the harmony Gather the heirloom seeds The fabrics and dyes Your crochet and knitting needles Your cross-stitch too We…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Scribe·1 hour agoMember-onlyFrost Fell on the EquinoxHaiku for the beginning of spring — sweet song to saplings: don’t rush to ride spring’s breezes we’re meant to start small Samantha Lazar 2023Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published in Sky Collection·Mar 14Member-onlyJustifyPoetry — and what if I drink you as if you’re the potion to live what if all we find are more ways to justify our justification what if home is to dwell in the comfort of inflammation what if you’re my past and I keep you around to sweep and what…Addiction1 min readAddiction1 min read
Published in Nowisms·Mar 11Member-onlyFading LightNowism — It’s not Covid. There’s no fever nor strange extra-terrestrial aches in places I didn’t know existed on my body. There are no tremors; no need for the urgent care waiting room. But right now, I am sick. I have the kind of cough that burns my throat and chest. It’s…Illness2 min readIllness2 min read
Mar 10Member-onlyI’ve Published Two BooksHere’s how to read them — My first poetry collection, Reaching Marrakesh, came out in 2020. What better way to describe it than this blurb written by my dear friend and fabulous writer, Christina M. Ward: Praise for Reaching Marrakesh: “We all have those defining moments in our childhood that introduce to us confusion, pain, and…Books2 min readBooks2 min read
Published in Politically Speaking·Feb 26Member-onlyMy Nephew Hid in the Closet With the Gun OwnerThis story is closing in on all of us — The other day, one of our local high schools was on lockdown. Again. This follows last week’s news that someone brought a loaded assault rifle to a basketball game. That follows the story of a few weeks ago, two high school students were shot near their school: one fatally. But…Society2 min readSociety2 min read
