Linda's Poems

The follwoing image by Michael Maeir is the prompt at Writer's Island this week.  I've been in a bit of a poetry slump so decided to...

I really need to write a good poem. I’ve been trying but the results are insipid. I hate this poetic skid. I’m incensed that it has hap...

I look around my classroom at the messy pile of textbooks at the world and U.S. maps taped to the wall at the posters in progress drap...

I wrote this one a few Columbus Day Weekends ago.  It popped into my head when I saw the prompt this week. - - - - - - - - - - - - - Desi...

I’m in the gray cellar cleaning out my mom’s things. I knew it would happen I just didn’t know when or how. She died last summer an...

I hear the squeaks of baby birds in the cedar tree outside my living room window. I climb on the couch to investigate and kneel ther...

Choices Her agony was evident in her slouched shoulders curving like a quarter moon protecting the child of her depression. She aime...