Author Archives: katemccarrollmoore

The Irish writer, Samuel Beckett, said “All poetry is prayer,” and for me that rings very true. Continue reading →

It was the ‘70s Professor Dumbleton stood at the front of the classroom reciting a poem from memory   His back to us chalk dust flying with passionate intensity as he spiraled the widening gyre across the board   Things … Continue reading →

The azaleas are in riotous bloom a profusion of pinks and reds their wind-driven petals scattered across the walkway to our front door a floral carpet no one will cross   Out back the roses are showing off their first … Continue reading →

Sleeping (the family)                                                                      José Clemente Orozco, … Continue reading →

her partner is a circus performer a fact that mesmerized my grandsons listening in the living room wishing for a trapeze to appear above the fireplace   he regaled them with stories of diving without a net and balancing babies … Continue reading →

It’s just a day Christmas day But I feel its magical pull all year Counting down days in summer Marking the years off, one by one   Christmas past, a tiny organ playing carols Bouffant Barbie and Chatty Cathy ‘neath … Continue reading →

Alone, in an unknown city Walking aimlessly Alone, down empty streets Beckoned inside a church with an open door Following the scent of roses to the altar Roses, in various stages of bloom Placed at the feet of Our Lady … Continue reading →

woke up in darkness, head pounding brain racing remembering a dream that went on and on   standing on stage in a place I’ve never been reading poem after poem list poem, prose poem, visual poem, poems recited to a … Continue reading →

                    Among the fallen leaves Where his scattered ashes fell Stone angel brings peace