A couple of weeks ago, my brain started trading in small poems again. Much like the ones from the start of the pandemic, they are a mix of daily events, moments and thoughts, bouncing from the horror of our days to the comfort in them. I’ll admit they are a nice distraction.
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At the Seams
That strange looking tool? That’s called a seam splitter. It does what you would expect. Hand me that skirt. Thanks. See? Here is a seam. I asked for this skirt because the fabric is still pretty, even though it is worn on that side. This side is still beautiful. Still useful. This is theContinue reading “At the Seams”
8/28/2020
Small Poems from the Great Hunkering
In late March, when New York State went into our “Pause” phase in the early days of COVID-19, I began writing and sharing one small poem each day. It lasted as long as my observations brought inspiration, through the end of April. Some are haiku, there were a couple tanka – some were just veryContinue reading “Small Poems from the Great Hunkering”
A Place for Poems.
Necessity is the mother of invention, and having a book to share has made a web page finally feel necessary. (click on link above for more)
Stacey Murphy __ Poems 