CAPTAIN G by Victoria Nations Rough seas at bedtime, the faithful crew of stuffies rush around, pulling ropes and sails. My glass scans the horizon, but riding the surf is too thrilling to turn into that calm port ahead. A huge island rises above the waves, and we cry: It’s a gum ball! I love … Continue reading Captain G – A Love Poem For May 20
Yo the rain, fallingScolding about might have beensAnd sweet memories
Last year, my parents, my brother, and my old cat passed away over a four month period, and grief seeped into my life deeper than I ever expected. Today is a year since my mom passed away, and when I was very young, she bound a paper booklet of my poems for Christmas. My writing from last … Continue reading I Do Not Know What To Do With My Grief – A Poem From Last Year
CHICKEN PURSE by Victoria Nations I need a new purse and I want to find one that looks like a chicken. It will be life-sized and feathery, and have little horny feet that stick out of the bottom because truly elegant purses have feet. The head will have a pink, rubbery comb and bright plastic … Continue reading Chicken Purse – A Poem
ANYWAY by Victoria Nations She has no red hair, and no gray, and only a few freckles peppered across her putty nose, and splattered down her back. She's the tall one, the strong one who owns a tool belt, but leaves the dead opossums to me, along with the lizards and big bugs. She's a … Continue reading Anyway – A Love Poem
SPRING by Victoria Nations She stood on her hands and spun so her dress swirled in a wide circle. The sky above her filled with green skirts and grey crinolines, the lace sweeping her legs as they spread and bent to keep steady. Her hands gripped the ground for balance. Her feet wiggled with joy.
OVERLOOK by Victoria Nations I would get lost on those curved roads rising up between mountains I would drag my fingers to slow my descent as I slid down into the valleys I would savor the view as I travelled
DOODLING by Victoria Nations Doodling things with tentacles And teeth That's not right It should be beaks and tentacles And suction cups And delightfully slimy skin It should be aquatic And shape-shifting And fast But There it sits Furry and toothed A cunning eye turned up Staring And tentacles I can’t see where all the … Continue reading Doodling
PREY by Victoria Nations The fluorescents warn me Teasing with flickering no one else can see Rushing sounds in my head Like Hearing the ocean inside a shell The vibrations push me Threatening if I sway back and forth To keep the seasick rhythm So I struggle to hold myself still The air gets darker … Continue reading Prey – A Poem for Storms and Migraines
Daniel Kraus's recent article about authors who write longhand really struck me. The authors describe how writing longhand slows them down and makes their writing tighter. They describe the tactile satisfaction they get from the task, how the work they produce is tangible. Their descriptions are compelling When I write (fiction, poetry, or reports for my day job), I typically write on … Continue reading Writing Longhand, Editing with Doodles and Diagrams
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