Spring Poetry Slam #6: Man Up?

Shut your stupid mouth.
My hands have cut cord, buried child.
Yours hold a cell phone.

Spring Poetry Slam #5: Jaguar, Adrift

Crouching, mist on fur,
Flanks trembling, a green caress,
Now, mating season

Spring Poetry Slam #4: Awakening

Screen lies blank, silent,
Chains broken for the moment,
Rushing sound of thought

I Interrupt This Poetry Slam...

...to say I am sorry for my lack of grace lately.  I've been weathering some storms all month, and I've been slipping further behind in my reading and my responding to many of the wonderful comments and correspondence I have received.

It may not seem like it to many of you who read Irish Gumbo regularly, but it is true.  I have been lacking in time and energy to stay current as I like to do.

Hopefully, the seas will calm soon and the headwinds die down.  I'm counting on it to keep my grip on the tiller.  Until then, I want to thank everyone who has been reading my work.  I enjoy hearing from you, but even if you don't comment I am very grateful for everyone's eyes on this here palimpsest dedicated to the noise in my head.

Thank you all, so very much.  The poetry slam will resume tomorrow.

Peace,
IG