Jay DeFeo’s Rose, or Stein cursived hers on her ceiling for Alice: November Butterfly Poetry Prompt 4
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Here is an image of a flower’s flower, replete with “sinuous rills” to borrow from Coleridge (Kubla Khan). We all get to be Georgia in front of a flower, inhabiting her eye for a fractionally inspired several seconds, to the tune…
Amelia, Crossing for the Crossing: November Butterfly Poetry Prompt 3
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Perhaps Amelia disliked the scarf, pale yellow and indigo paisley under glass in the San Diego Air and Space Museum, where in a cubicle it sits beside her book, also behind glass in a sister cubicle where it can’t be read: "The fun of…
Sylvia, Is It Sleep or Words You Miss: November Butterfly Poetry Prompt 2
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In good company with many a girl poet of my generation, I remember (at the naïve age of 19) stepping out of the pristine order of Plath’s poetry and circling her life, which really meant hunting Ted, blaming Ted, for Sylvia’s destruction;…
Marilyn, or No Girl Sets Out to Die: November Butterfly Poetry Prompt 1
Slider, Transformative Blogging“…the reverse birth image never left me, of petals, hummingbirds, and Marilyn trying to breathe…”-- Marilyn, Arriving: Collage, Astrology and Poetry (Feral Mom, Feral Writer)
November Butterfly (my first poetry collection, Saddle…