by Carla Joy | Apr 16, 2018 | Poetry
She sits in the back corner of the cafe Like a well-worn fifth edition Of the Betty Crocker Cookbook Greasy paged, notes scribbled in the margins Open to the recipe for tater-tot casserole And how to stretch hamburger To feed a hungry family Only now the children are...
by Carla Joy | Apr 2, 2018 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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...
by Carla Joy | Feb 27, 2018 | Poetry
Columbine Nursery Rhyme Oh, Johnny brought a gun to school His teacher cried, “You are a fool! I also have a gun,” she said And shot dear Johnny in the head. Then little kids cried out with glee “We love a school-wide shooting spree! There’s really nothing now...
