APAD – Kathy Boles-Turner

My Cento Collection Is Live On Kindle

No Voice Of Her Own, is now available. Time has been an issue, so I haven’t enrolled in any merchandising programs yet. This is my only advertising, thus far. As with Ramshackle Houses, I encourage and appreciate reviews and any feedback. This is a learning process I am thoroughly enjoying! Happy Poetry Month, y’all!

by Kathy Boles-Turner

Stacks of First Drafts Beneath an Undecided Sky

April has lost its mind, but there’s nothing I can do about that. While the meteorological mood swings continue, I write. Saturday night I woke with an urge to get back in bed with the laptop, and a few hours later I had a satisfying reboot for a story I’ve struggled over since 2010. The […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

Mornings Are Best For Poetry

This has always been true for me. Do you have a preferred time of day for writing? #APAD is flowing along. Day 3 is finished … well, the first draft is finished. Word Light Show can be found on WordPress and Facebook. The prompts have definitely been working for me, thus far. #gowrite

by Kathy Boles-Turner

#APAD 2018 Is Underway!

This year the plan is to write a poem a day and share the first drafts here. Check out the #APAD 2018 tab, beneath the little arrow you’ll find a new poem each day along with a mention of what inspired the attempt. Today’s poem is here. Feedback is welcome, also feel free to link me […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

APAD 10: Poetry, by Marianne Moore

Poetry I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers that there is in it after all, a place for the genuine. Hands that can grasp, eyes that can dilate, hair that can rise if it must, these things […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

Read To Me – Day Thirty

Love Calls Us to the Things of This World, by Richard Wilbur The eyes open to a cry of pulleys, And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple As false dawn. Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels. Some are in bed-sheets, some are […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

Read To Me – Day Twenty-Nine

I Know My Soul, by Claude McKay I plucked my soul out of its secret place, And held it to the mirror of my eye, To see it like a star against the sky, A twitching body quivering in space, A spark of passion shining on my face. And I explored it to determine why […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

Read To Me – Day Twenty-Eight

Wonder as Wander, Sharon Olds At dusk, on those evenings she does not go out, my mother potters around her house. Her daily helpers are gone, there is no one there, no one to tell what to do, she wanders, sometimes she talks to herself, fondly scolding, sometimes she suddenly throws out her arms and […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

Read To Me – Day Twenty-Seven

Waking from Sleep, by Robert Bly Inside the veins there are navies setting forth, Tiny explosions at the waterlines, And seagulls weaving in the wind of the salty blood. It is the morning. The country has slept the whole winter. Window seats were covered with fur skins, the yard was full Of stiff dogs, and […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

Read To Me – Day Twenty-Six

Time, by Louise Glück There was too much, always, then too little. Childhood: sickness. By the side of the bed I had a little bell — at the other end of the bell, my mother. Sickness, gray rain. The dogs slept through it. They slept on the bed, at the end of it, and it […]