A Hug From Dad ©Gail Lipe I cried when he didn’t say good by. I was little. He always hugged me and said good by before he went to work. But that day, the sun drew me outside to play. He had to leave before the sun let me go. I cried when he spanked […]
A poem about the complexity of a relationship with someone who was in hospice before contracting COVID where she became comatose, and yet pulled through. How Are You Really Doing? ©Gail Lipe”How are you really doing?”A simple question,you would think.How do I tell her that a full parking lotoften scares me?”I can do this. I […]
I love the way spring smellsthe sweet euphoria of crab apple blossomsand apple blossomsand lilacsand lily of the valley,smells so intoxicatingthey leave a perfect tastein your mouth.My grandmother’s yardwas filled with fruit trees apples, pears, cherries, mullberriesand flowers, especially lilies,not lily of the valley,the big white lilies,her namesake.We gave her onenearly every year.Long ago, when […]
I have been writing responses to visual art for the last few years, which is called ekphrastic writing. The majority of my ekphrastic wrtiting has been poetry, but I have also written a couple of stories. An ekphrastic poem is description of or a response to a work of art using language to translate the […]
©Gail Lipe I am in a holding patternhovering above my life,waiting to respect myself to live each dayprocrastinating untilthe time is rightbut that time never comeswhen I am oldI will travelI will writeI will create…But I am old now.
The following poem was written in response to a beautiful stain glass mosaic by artist Kristin Dieng. Letting Go©Gail Lipe Standing on a hillalone, but not alone,supported, strengthenedby the trees around me. So small, insignificantin this spaceI witness the beautyas trees gift their leaves to the changing seasons,letting go of yesterday.Memories, good and bad,betrayal and […]
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