Linda's Poems

"Little Deuce Coupe" is blasting from loudspeakers, raining the sixties all over the classic car meet at Muscle Car City. M...

Trees Leaves ripe as apples Vines cling like a child Bark a coat of dignity Branches pray My husband was a logger He'd pull the cord on ...

Addicted His fat fingers tap dance on the keys. He lets his glasses slip down onto his nose and he peers over them through near-sig...

The Fisherman and the Poet Tuna were jumping as we sped across the ocean to his favorite fishing spot. Once we were anchored, he s...

I don’t want to jinx the capture of his tuna. I qualify words. MY HUSBAND HAS A TUNA ON HIS LINE Must qualify words so he’ll capture hi...

He’s been working on his new motorcycle in the cellar for months, now. This one started as old Harley parts that were just begging t...

I started one about the old Rambler once before but it didn't go anywhere so I decided to redo it for this prompt. - - - - - - - - - - ...

Crushed pineapple, rum, ice, and a splash of OJ. Blend. Cures varied ills. MY HUSBAND HAS A KNACK FOR GOOD DRINKS Blend to cure varied i...

The sun was busy making sharp shadows on the early evening mountains when Gary suggested we fly to Martha’s Vineyard for a couple nig...

His skid road is frozen now so I decided to take a walk in the woods. About a mile in I saw him getting ready to cut a tree down. ...

Because I'm on vacation, I was able to check the three words nice and early. Unfortunately, what I saw was Thom's rough draft before...

I wrote this one during Journal Writing in first block this morning. The students had two prompts to choose from: "Remember an afternoo...

Writing on the weekends is hard for me. I relax and my thoughts get lazy. I'm considering this a rough draft since the ending really nee...

"The Date" for Sunday Scribblings January 13, 2008 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I Should Have ...