by Xianna Michaels | Sep 2, 2015 | Books
cocoon Cocoon Circuits shorting; ceilings falling; Chaos doesn’t cease! Dimly I hear Spirit calling – I’ll write when I have peace. Or is it just the opposite, Distractions sent to me Until I write in spite of it, This lesson meant for me: To be impervious, cocooned,...
by Xianna Michaels | Jan 20, 2015 | Books
baby I have been known to carry a thermos of my green drink just about everywhere. I wrote this poem after yet another grandchild asked to taste it and then ran to spit it out. The drink is called Bieler’s Soup, after Dr. Henry Bieler, who developed it. It consists of...
by Xianna Michaels | Jan 15, 2015 | Books
mom From time to time I’ll share a poem I’ve written for children, often from the child’s point of view. I wrote this poem after watching a very young child bravely try to adjust to the new baby who had recently joined the family. Mommy’s Lap I love my baby brother,...
by Xianna Michaels | Jan 2, 2015 | Books
girl From time to time I’ll share a poem I’ve written for children, often from the child’s point of view. I wrote this poem for a workshop I did for a class of third grade girls. I wanted to make them smile – and teach them iambic tetrameter! Girls Melissa schemes and...
by Xianna Michaels | Dec 28, 2014 | Books
Month: December 2014 From time to time I’ll share a poem I’ve written for children, often from the child’s point of view. I remember the day I wrote this poem. I can still hear the clever little guy pleading with his mom: He didn’t feel well, but it’s wasn’t the...
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