Author Archives: Rosetti C

Sometimes Grace Sucks

To put too fine a point on it: / Sure there are still things that frighten me / Oh, God, yes / Always room / for another stark surprise...

Sometimes Grace Sucks

To put too fine a point on it: / Sure there are still things that frighten me / Oh, God, yes / Always room / for another stark surprise...

Head Trip (NaPoWriMo Day 25)

I'm half-sick of shadows / of catching the reflection / of my darker inclination / behind the lens of my own eye.

Head Trip (NaPoWriMo Day 25)

I'm half-sick of shadows / of catching the reflection / of my darker inclination / behind the lens of my own eye.

Survived the Show

So, I survived the art crawl. And I'm not crashing as expected, so that's great.

Survived the Show

So, I survived the art crawl. And I'm not crashing as expected, so that's great.

Clever One (a Kenning)

Dusk-cloaked Day-skulker Coarse-caller Sharp-watcher Wind-walker Shingle-strutter Branch-dancer Trinket-taker Death-eater Puzzle-solver Six-counter Who am I?   (The NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 20 was to write a Kenning, a nordic-type of riddle poem using metaphors. For details, click here.)Filed under: NaPoWriMo 2016, poems Tagged: Kenning, NaPoWriMo, poem, riddle

WoodsWalk

... Oaks are like knotty grandfathers / caressing with harshgentle barkbeard cheeks, / looming like green mountains, / smelling of loam and bittersweet ...

Tough Timing, but then you know, Poetry

I'm glad it's Poetry Month, even if I can't devote as much time as I would like to. It's been a rough few weeks -- and I'm what the docs call an "under-reporter", so by that, please read: VERY hard.

What Goes Around

The smoke we pass is called Calumet / drawn in over feathers, each to each, / wreathing us in the mist of myth...