Poetry
I’m Little White, A Flame-Point Cat
A Siamese, Albino, Ginger mix, I like to fussLittle Mama was a feral Tabby, I was newborn when Liz adopted usAnd my sisters, Little Yellow and Big WhiteBarry and Liz loved us, they did us rightScared, skinny Little Mama came crying for food, she couldn’t be a quitter With us three girls growing inside her, me…
Read MoreThe Spark of Short: How Poetry and Lyrics Can Recharge Your Creativity
As a writer, I know the feeling of staring at a blank page, willing inspiration to strike. But what if I told you that some of the most potent doses of creative renewal can be found in the smallest of packages? Yes, I’m talking about the magic of short-form writing, including poetry and lyrics. These…
Read MoreGiving Care
Having discovered that April is poetry month, and thinking about how blessed I am to be here with Barry in our little cottage, and with our 3 outdoor rescue kitties, inspired me to write this poem and post it now. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Giving Careby Lizbeth Hartz…
Read MoreMy Last Valentine
Barry’s nickname, Ashtar the Magnificent, came about because of his psychic—he called it psycho—ability. I only had to be in the same room with him to feel better. I wrote briefly about falling in love with my partner Barry 13 years after Vic died (a coworker hunk I’d secretly been in love with), toward the…
Read MoreA Hodgepodge of Poems from the Heart
A Medley of Poetry While wrestling today with what to write for Susannah Conway’s Blogging from the Heart assignment, the idea to write poetry pounced on me. So I pulled out some old poetry and spiffed it up, and scribbled down some new. And then, as is my wont, I edited and reedited, and now…
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