Linda's Poems

Must abandon wheat, not gradually but now. My body hates it. EATING PRECISELY FOR MY BLOOD TYPE My hunger hates this. I’ll gradually ad...

A room full of teenagers ready to learn how to write songs how to translate their emotions into music how to turn their angst into...

Growing up in a Catholic family meant no meat on Fridays. It seems that about eighty percent of our meals on that night consisted of a sauce...

Big Tent Poetry asked us to listen this week to something technical, jot down a few words from it, and see where they take us. From “Crim...

Stowaway I got up early on Saturday morning, saw the aluminum sky so turned the computer on and flew to the sunny shores of Writer’...

Big Tent Poetry is a new poetry site.  Each Monday they put up a prompt and on Friday people can leave their poems for others to read.  Thi...

Being Late I remember that little breathless moment when I realized I was late. This one was like a flower opening not like the ones...