The Quilter

The Quilter Persistent frustration of the quilter no simple nimble thimble will join a story square by square. Stitching never flows like hot grease in a skillet. To craft this story persuasive, she must baste and join it stitch by stitch then cleft it in half to suture it whole. Sarah Figlio, ©2014.

Run Catch Kiss and Getting Over Stage Fright

Run Catch Kiss I am mulberry-stained knees. I am pre-pimpled, freckle-cheeked perfection. I am cherry dimples barely concealed by the fringe of Wrangler cut-offs. I am a gold-streaked halo of lemon vapor and apricot shampoo. I am grubby toenails, bare-feet flying like heat lightening through fresh-mowed grass—its perfume a vetiver veil and I am high… Continue reading Run Catch Kiss and Getting Over Stage Fright

Spring Cinquain’s from Textifying

Spring Cinquain’s from Textifying, ©2013-14. Installation with Carolyn Aguila, Eric  James Allison, Barbara Jaks. April is national poetry month! To celebrate I’ll share here some of my writing from Carolyn Aguila’s über awesome workshop. There, I relocated my voice vis à vis writing…what a gift. http://www.amazon.com/Flirting-Rhyme-Reason-Carolyn-Aguila/dp/0970801254

Smoke

Smoke, ©2014. Smoke Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird, Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight, Lark without song, and messenger of dawn Circling above the hamlets as they nest; Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts; By night star-veiling, and by day Darkening the light and blotting out the… Continue reading Smoke