Blues prompt

I pad Blues

love me like an ipad, baby
love me all night long
love me like an i pad, baby
love me deep and strong
and when the night is over, baby
keep on turning me on

stroke me with your fingers baby
touch me  soft and slow
stroke me with your fingers baby
swipe and swoosh and flow
tap whatever you want opened, baby
and i'll put on a show


love me like an ipad, baby
love me all night long
love me like an i pad, baby
love me deep and strong
and when the night is over, baby
be sure to carry me along

TV Advice

TV Advice


I didn’t leave,  I let you go.
Dr. Phil did not yet exist
as the one to tell me so
nor did Judges Judy or Milian
Each day i watch others
break and make mistakes
on versions of you
and at last, I’m glad
you’re long past, gone.


apology prompt

when can i stop crying for the gone? 
never and again
when can i stop singing
for the gone?
never and again
when will i stop praising the gone?
never and again
when can i stop remembering
the gone?
never and again.

Adrienne Cecile Rich
May 16, 1929 Baltimore, Maryland to March 27, 2012, Santa Cruz, California

April 1, 2012

This blog was created for National Poetry Month 2012.
I'm still finishing work created in March for International Crochet Month.
I'm interested in merging my poetry and my crocheting --- crocheting poems
as well as writing poems about crocheting.

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hands, hungry for hook and fiber
want to taste again the twirl of frame
wrapping, upside down, turn around
the satisfaction of feeling full
and dextrous, holding the big red needle
as you dress it, thread by thread
lifting over its width to make
rows of loops, another lace,
a fabric of figured connections,
script in space, document of motion.



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by his fetid breath
heavy with petulance and
the unfulfilled hunt
i know the cat sits next to me