National Poetry Month

Ophelia –National Poetry Month Day 12

A Facebook quiz told me I am Ophelia. Ouch. Ophelia? Why not sharp-witted Beatrice who fell for Benedick, a man who could handle, well, her. Or, if I have to be in the maudlin and mad category, couldn’t the quiz have awarded me Lady Macbeth? Cruel, ruthless, yes, but determined nonetheless. But Ophelia? It felt like a…… Continue reading Ophelia –National Poetry Month Day 12

National Poetry Month

Ambiguity–National Poetry Month Day 11

I don’t know what’s going to happen. It’s a sentence that slips past his lips, as an explanation. A justification. He says it’s logic–rationality, but– I call bullshit. Fear drives these decisions, uncertainty guides our choices. Two paths–like that Robert Frost poem– that, despite appearances, are both choked with weeds, branches snagging and scratching at…… Continue reading Ambiguity–National Poetry Month Day 11