nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Kindergarten Cartologist
I am fascinated by naive maps. In the late 1980's my college art professor handmade a map of SoHo and the surrounding areas for a field trip and wrote "bad guys" in the area where he and his wife, also an art professor, were previously mugged. I chuckled to myself at the "here be monsters" caption. More recently, a blond, slightly mischievous cherub at daycare surreptitiously slid a folded slip of paper to me under the door of the room in which I was working. It was one of many treasure maps that he created indicating my house and a hidden treasure. (Apparently his dad or grandpa took him and his brother metal detecting.) Aside from the fact that pirates did not generally bury gold doubloons in landlocked Pennsylvania, I quickly discovered my real treasure was in asking him to describe the features of his maps, which included a place where "witches fell on their bottoms in the mud" and such imaginative details.
By Julia Schulz4 years ago in Poets
Canning my childhood
I grew up in my mother’s home office/supply store with stacks of papers and possibilities for poetry and practice drawings, me in stick figures, tall and lanky, grabbing up rebounds with go-go- gadget arms at Salvation Armies and NYAA. I grew up here too, on basketball courts and softball
By Angelita Hampton4 years ago in Poets
