What is an everyday poet? Part I

Everyday life deserves description, and putting artful words together to share your experience with others can make you a poet. I chose the name everyday poet for this site because of my belief that everyone has the potential to be an everyday poet. It’s doesn’t matter how ordinary your life is or how little you…

NPR 2020 New Year's Resolution Challenge

14 Days into 2020 and I am trying not to bemoan the lack of progress on paying back my gross student loan. My plan to walk a mile every day has gone to blah because I can’t get over this bronchitis cough For two weeks I have not yet changed my diet to veggies and…

#MeToo

Would you name a man could you Would you damn a human should you Would you save a life could you Would buy a verb should you Theft. Assault. Neglect. Abuse. Judgement. Would you defend a right should you Could you save a life would you Why they take the lives would they When they…

TPC & Perf Ponte Vedra Weather

The TPC has kicked off and you better hope you have a plan to park and get to the quickest most glam tent ever. Reading about this event kinda makes me miss my web.com days, when I wrote copy for some of the players websites. Get a glimpse of a day in the life of…

The Lodge

The place Alicia and I friend broke up One time Kat and I laughed about developers Tony and I checked my MySpace It was New Years It was the end of the night It was the same amazing alternative crap music again and again I danced there and ran into Leslie Jill, Megan and I…

Haiku

Hunger reminds us Of our deep desire to love We want to be fed

On Dreams Deferred & Piano Playing

I’ve been thinking about the poem Harlem lately. My husband gave me a metrynom for Christmas. At 35, I have longed to play piano for many years. I have felt a call to music in the depths of my soul. But it has been somewhat of a shattered and painful dream. I have imagined being…

First Fights

Living in the prism of my manifested diamond dreams can sometimes leave one cut by the distorted reflection of me in your eyes mirrored 10,000 times. This glass cuts us sometimes into pieces to show these shimmering glints of the darkness in me hitting the darkness in you. Love could possibly only sparkle so bright…

Touchtones

Finally the oxygen of a computer screen bright and crack it open like a new horizon in front of my eyes. Possibility staring back as a dark pierce of sun rising and blaring across the morning bed of ocean. The heat of new. Embark on a journey into the sea of marriage this August of…

Torch

It’s been some time since I wrote on cavern walls Since I wandered tunnels of inner monologues My ten fingertips haven’t felt the engravings and hashmarks of slowly passing time In quite some time – Love sped me forward, upward But I know that places within still have stone remnants, tales, Unwanted welts, imperfections, dents…