by Carla Joy | Apr 11, 2018 | Archives, Prose
I have been blessed with wonderful girlfriends at every stage of my life. The next few posts, I am going to describe these laides and share how they influenced my life. Sandi Howie I met Sandi as a little girl in “First Form” (kindergarten) while my family lived in...
by Carla Joy | Apr 2, 2018 | Archives, Poetry
I wrote this poem after reconnecting with a friend over Easter vacation. I have been struggling to write a poem about her for years…it finally flowed. Coffee Cafe Customers: The Quilter My old friend sits at the table like a lump of dough. The discontent rises...
by Carla Joy | Mar 14, 2018 | Archives, Poetry
Coffee Cafe Customers: The Jock His athletic build bursts from the confines of his fragile cafe chair Like the bulging, cloth-bound collection Of models in twisting poses Drawn by Leonardo Swift pen marks capture The essence of movement His legs protrude From satin...
by Carla Joy | Mar 14, 2018 | Archives, Poetry
Coffee Cafe Customers: The Hippie He stands erect with a white wizard beard and long snowy hair neatly pulled back in a band. He is wearing a crisp linen shirt and creased khaki pants and burnished cowboy boots. He looks like a leather-bound collector’s edition...
by Carla Joy | Mar 8, 2018 | Archives, Poetry
Herding Cats! That’s what subbing for Kindergarten is like. And today there was one boy who refused to do a single worksheet. He just sat there and stuck all his crayons between his fingers. When I asked him to start working, he calmly ripped his worksheet in...
