A WALK AT DAWN IN A STRANGE TOWN
On these streets I am a stranger, an interloper, a slight tang of awareness rippling across an ordinary day…
Kathleen Roxby is a prize-winning poet whose work has been published in anthologies, poetry magazines and three self-published chapbooks, Chameleon Woman, Tangent/Allusion, and Paper Doll. She has been a poetry judge, facilitator for two poetry groups, a sometime editor of both a poetry magazine, chapbooks for her mother and two anthologies, one for her father. She has also worked in prose with work published on a website dedicated to writing. Her favorite poets are Poe, Issa and Li Po Chu’i, with a special place for Benet’s John Brown’s Body.
Kathleen had several jobs: library catalog clerk at CSULB, junior high school teacher in LBUSD, a brief stint as a lab secretary for a private hospital, engineering secretary and computer system administrator with related work in developing and managing documentation for two manufacturing companies. Kathleen’s other interests include theater, dancing, painting and reading. She is a native of Long Beach, California but currently resides in Santa Barbara with her dog Opal.
On these streets I am a stranger, an interloper, a slight tang of awareness rippling across an ordinary day…
Learn the circumstances and inspirations for and published credits for this month’s featured writing.
Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in “Splintered Glass”, may see their work presented here. Will your writing appear here?
A wide range of ideas to spark your writing energies for this month.
The poet imagines a series of student letters sent home just before Thanksgiving about a guest they hope to bring home.
Learn the circumstances and inspirations for and published credits for this month’s featured writing.
Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in “Splintered Glass”, may see their work presented here. Will your writing appear here?
A wide range of ideas to spark your writing energies for this month.
I chose to write in an alien voice to speak out, to explain the why….Now upon inked pages that pain, the twisted limbs…lie bleeding across pages…
Some stumbling blocks for the native English speaker and non-native alike, especially how listening to English without seeing it written ca be even more confusing