Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Susan at Chicken Spaghetti for Roundup.
It's almost my birthday, and it's a palindrome year—55. (I keep thinking: "I can't drive 55.":) Hooray! And happy birthday to my birthday twin Ruth and the many other Poetry Friday friends who have birthdays this time of year.
In other news, Tuesday 2-Minute Writing Tip 27 is about "Writers Who Give Me Courage." I'm so grateful to so many writers, and in this episode I mention a few.Who are the writers who give you courage??
Also, in honor of Year of the Fire Horse, I wanted to share a few "horse" poems from ye ol' blog:
This week's ArtSpeak: WOMEN is after a piece by one of my favorite artists Frida Kahlo. A dream of mine is to visit the Frida Kahlo Museum (La Casa Azul) in Mexico City. After last week's poem about a newborn, this poem is about death. It's also a Golden Shovel, featuring watermelons and a quote from Frida's journal just a few days before her death. Normally I would steer clear of choosing a striking line with awkward ending-line words like "the" and "is." But it's Frida! And I love the quote. So I decided to roll with it. Thanks so much for reading.
are sweet, and I
am red with hunger and hope.
You crack yourself open while I fold into the
corner of wanting. Won't you show me the exit?
Teach me how to hold the sun when the day is
anything but joyful.
- Irene Latham

Love your poem, which feels so timely, and I love the bolded striking line!
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