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“You Are the Poem” by Jill Sharon Kimmelman – Coming Soon

It is with my great pleasure, on behalf of Prolific Pulse Press LLC, to announce the debut poetry book “You Are the Poem” with be available November 13. I interviewed Jill recently for my podcast & YouTube channel:

Would like to attend the virtual Book Launch for You Are the Poem? Register below to get your tickets. The event with be on Zoom.


Baked from Midwest Sun in Strawberry Fields to Table

Photo by Polina Tankilevitch on Pexels.com

Many summers ago, in Iowa’s July heat, we spent a day.

Sun baking my freckled skin, I knelt in the wild strawberry patch.

My friend nearby, reminding me when I wearied, of the promise.

As night came, and we were back to our Illinois homestead,

we set the table with whipped topping centermost.

With growl inducing scents of batter to steam

from the waffle iron, we started losing our cool.

Sitting at the table, holding holds for grace,

we were indeed grateful for our day,

Ending with strawberry waffles.


non-fiction, poetry

Little Fellow

Little fellow found comfort with his thumb, if you tried to stop him, he would go “unh, unh, unh.”

Then one day we tried the sipping cup, he gave up his thumb, he was growing up.

He learned to walk when we would hold his hands; Daddy made him a board so he could stand.

Wherever he was he’d be by our side; And oh, how he loved to in his wagon ride.

Sipping water as we climbed the sky, ears a popping but he did not cry.

Little fellow always for the ride, no matter what he would rather laugh than cry.

Photo by Gary Sandoz on Unsplash

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Easter Traditions from Our Childhood

watercolor breakfast

Breakfast Watercolor Spontaneity by Lisa Tomey

A chocolate bunny and peeps and marshmallow eggs

and rainbows of hard boiled eggs for breakfast

The call of coffee rises from the kitchen

although I only will drink it will scoops of sugar and milk

I know it’s time to get up or daddy will be calling us all

Making strawberry banana jello early to set up

to  go with homemade chocolate cake with egg-white icing

just as daddy likes

All is well as all have risen

Donning dresses and shiny shoes sister and I bounce off to church

Brothers go to mass

Coming home we are greeted by mother and kiss the baby

Scents of ham and potatoes au gratin start their play with my juices

All is well as we sit at our places

Daddy bows and we follow

All we need to do is pray and eat

Then we will clean the kitchen

Brothers will end this with wet noodle fights

And the day has moved on to sleepy heads

but never naps

Easter was this way for us for many years

until one by one the chickens left the nest

and mom and daddy left this world as we knew it

Today we remember them

and forget about chocolate bunnies

and wake up knowing we were loved

Why do I smell Easter basket grass


Prompt: Wake IUp – National Poetry Month Prompt

13680966_10157203992040203_5856691465397722928_n Dressed up: Paula, Bill, Lisa and Darryl


Let’s Do the Twist – A Moment in Time

lisa valentine dance 1966 Lisa dressed up for 1st teen dance.

This was a moment of my life

It had to happen to enjoy my first dance

It was at my Kentucky school

Student council raising money

Created a Valentine’s date match

Sweaty palms and pencil in hand

This one signed up for a date

All for the Valentine’s dance

Twelve years old seventh grade student

Unsure of how to prepare

In stepped my big sister

After dying her red dress

And sharing her white blouse

She carefully applied my makeup

An expert of creating beauty

Nervously excited to meet my date

Daddy dropped me at the school

Along came my selected date

At his side was his girlfriend

Nice to meet you and moved on

As my mind was some confused

I shook it off when

On came the music

And it took one song

As sure as it was Chubby Checker

I was sure to do The Twist

Guess who won the twist contest

That was my family tradition

It was a good night

And that’s how it’s done

When life changes moments

Make it a good time

Today I decided to do a combination of prompts. My own prompt Let’s Twist and that of Robert Lee Brewer’s  Poetic Asides. What’s your poem of the day?

lisa twist age 13                                                  Still twisting at age 13