Friday, September 22, 2017

Tribe Writers = Prize Fighters

Geared up for next round

Always success bound

Tons of support found

Speakers well-renowned

Talent by the pound

Champions are crowned

Written Tribe Writers Conference 2017 last weekend

Friday, September 15, 2017


Beautiful Merrill rescued us ferals

Got us to write out our perils

Our dreams, our joys, stop making noise

In our head, writing them out instead

Giving us a haven to share if we dare

With others who lay bare

Showing how much we care

We herald our beautiful Merrill

Written in early August when I learned of Merrill's illness - posting on the weekend of Art & Soul Open House - where I took several of my writing workshops with her - learning to be Crazy Brave. 
So sad to learn of her passing yesterday 

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Drum Sounding

Learning the benefits from drum sounding
Time to experience some well-rounding
With the circle of the room
Feel the safety of the womb

Fearless sound, hear it all around

Feeling the elements of vibrations
Loving the changing sound sensations
Now my mind is feeling like mush
Body tingles down to the tush

Heal with sound, feel it all around

Written yesterday after Frame Drum Sound Circle at Art & Soul:

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Immersion Retreat

The Immersion Retreat -
I'll save you a seat
Maybe move to a beat
Escaping defeat
Lovely ladies to meet
You'll want to repeat

Check it out:

Friday, March 24, 2017

My Canvas

What will I paint on my canvas today?
What does the brush in my hand want to say?
Will I play in a colorful way?
Or make only gray from my tray?
Will I dive right in, or will I stop to pray 
For what I will paint on my canvas today?

Got guidelines to help lead me on the way.
Volunteers assist if I try to stray.
Wanting to do well with my art on display.
What will I paint on my canvas today?

Inspired by volunteer work at MyCanvas this week and wrote from the child's point of view:

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Where I Belong

I'm just where I'm supposed to be
Right where I belong
Right where I'm supposed to be
Traveling Along
Don't question the plan for me
Good things are in store for me
I'm just where I'm supposed to be
Right where I belong

The reasoning is hard to see
Don't hear an answer to my plea
But instead of feeling bad for me
I try to sing a song
"Tomorrow" means a lot to me
Brings back hope I couldn't see
The sun will be out to comfort me
As I'm traveling along

I remember others care for me
But it isn't always clear to see
I'm right where I'm supposed to be
Just where I belong

The first 8 lines were written April 1986, then continued Jan 1987 after losing a job, then apartment.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

What's Next?

Normally hating Sunday night. Maybe next time I can get it right. 
Lost my job just before our trip. Still perplexed and don't know what's next. 
Hoping better things in sight.....

Posted on Facebook and Twitter on 3/12/17.