creative
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morning sky
the day begins in darkness, and so too shall it end, but on a fine spring morning, it’s a lush, illustrious blend, the pink represents promise, the orange, a bright prospect, the blue is quiet calmness, like a moment to reflect, the sun is just awakening, in a newborn, golden glimmer, and gives the morning Continue reading
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Fever Dream
In the continuing saga of “Allie’s Many Ailments,” I contracted both the flu and tonsillitis last week. It was the first time I have had to call off work in almost twelve years – the last time was Snowmageddon in 2011. I have also never been more miserable, including the conjunctivitis/hypertension/respiratory infection debacle of last Continue reading
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This Child
So, I know I do this a lot, but I just stumbled upon an old poetry assignment from high school… based upon the first Walt Whitman poem I ever read. I thought it was lost, but it was on an old flash-drive I recently dug up. Considering the huge effect that Walt Whitman’s poems have Continue reading
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Fly
Another addition for Olde Poetry Monday, this one circa 2009. Please enjoy. I don’t get why people tell me, “never change.” If I stayed the same, my biggest dream would still be to sprout wings and fly away. It’s cute when you’re five, but I don’t think they have a major for that in Continue reading
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Most American
Welcoming November with a little poem…. So an atheist a future pastor an aspiring writer and a redhead are all sitting at a table playing Apples to Apples. The category was ‘American.’ The future pastor would decide. The atheist played ‘Freedom.’ The aspiring writer played, ‘The Electric Chair.’ The redhead played ‘Lucille Ball.’ All were Continue reading
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Let us go then, you and I…
Though my favorite poet is Walt Whitman, and I own a well-loved edition of Leaves of Grass, he did not pen my favorite poem. That distinction belongs to “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” written by T.S. Eliot and published in 1915. I’m also a big fan of Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, Continue reading
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Lacuna
(Thought I’d share a short story I wrote several years ago and only just stumbled across.) Lacuna by: Allie Frost Café La Bréche was unusually busy for a Thursday morning. Outside, beneath the bright yellow awning, every table was occupied. To foreigners, the café advertised ‘Paris in a cup,’ but to Continue reading
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Blue Screen
Thought I’d share a poem I wrote several years ago for an English assignment when my old desktop computer (which I still have and still works) was constantly blue screening, much to my frustration. Blue Screen Go away, blue screen. With your white words that no one with average intelligence understands. I’m trying to Continue reading
Frostwritten 