Friday, December 9, 2016


a simple woman
flannel pajamas warm socks
perfect Friday night


Saturday morning redo

such simple pleasure
flannel pajamas warm socks
perfect Friday night



People who have read my blog know I always like a few facts with my poetry. That's probably why I loved JAZZ DAY: THE MAKING OF A FAMOUS PHOTOGRAPH by Roxanne Orgill. JAZZ DAY tells the story, through poetry, of a famous photograph, that was taken in 1958.

An introduction explains the background behind the photograph. Esquire magazine was planning an issue devoted to jazz music. Graphic designer, Art Kane, who was  NOT a photographer and had to borrow a camera to take the picture, decided to gather as many jazz musicians as he could and take a photograph. Kane found a brownstone on a street in Harlem, the magazine put out a call through the musician's union, and history was made. The actual photograph is included in a fold out page in the back of the book.

The story is told through about twenty poems. Some poems capture the big picture.

"The Golden Age of Jazz"
The cover's cerulean
For the special supplement
Esquire, January 1959
Inside, the big picture:
Fifty-seven musicians
All living, all gathered
in black and white
A long August morning
Stretched into the afternoon
Fifty-seven musicians
Standing on a stoop
Spilling on the sidewalk
Still talking
Can you hear the music
Window street brownstone
No sky
Although the sky
Was in fact cerulean
that day

Others are told from the point of view of the musicians that attended the event.

Theolonius Monk
The man from the record company hired a taxi
To pick up Theolonius Sphere Monk
Who had a regular gig with a quartet
At the Five Spot in Cooper Square
Turned them away
Night after night
Monk was always late
For work at the Five Spot
Straight to the piano
To play a melody
His quartet could not follow
Did a dance during Johnny Griffin's solo
Or went for a stroll through the club
Six nights a week Mondays off
Ten in the morning was unspeakably early
For Thelonious Sphere Monk
Who was always
Taxi waited outside his building
On West Sixty-Third
Meter running
An hour and more
While Monk tried on jackets
To complete the perfect outfit
Emerging at last in pale-yellow linen
Skinny tie, dark slacks, porkpie hat
And the inevitable bamboo frame sunglasses
The ones he always wore to play

Several of the poems are told from the point of view of Alfred, a little boy on the street that day.

"Esquire, 60 Cents" 
Alfred, a boy
A dozen nickels saved
A month of matinees
And there I am
In the bottom row
In my suspenders
Next to Nelson and the Count
Holding onto his hat
Leroy in short pants
And the other boys
A whole lot of men
And three women
In their Sunday best
Me, Alfred
With a patch on my knees
But jeez
I'm in a magazine
Back matter includes an author's note, biographies and color photos of about 15 of the more famous musicians, and a page that lists other artistic endeavors- books, movies, etc., that have occurred as a result of the famous photograph.

JAZZ DAY marks illustrator Francisco Vallejo's first foray into picture books. I hope there will be many more because his illustrations (I think they are watercolor) are gorgeous.

Add this book to your reading list for African American history month!

Jone, our fearless CYBILS Poetry Leader has the Poetry Friday Roundup today.

Thursday, December 8, 2016


a gentle dousing
of deep like-minded wisdom
softens soul's hard dirt

Backstory: I totally love my job.  It's such a privilege, every single day, to work with children and teachers, and to know that I am doing something that really, really matters.  At the same time, I can't think of a time in my 30 some-odd years as a teacher, when the job has been harder. Public perceptions, testing and testing and testing, accountability, never ending trackers and data analysis. 

Tonight my district brought in Principal Baruti Kafeli to talk about equity in education. I signed up to go about a week ago, but then waffled all day today. It's super cold, right around zero, and the roads are icy. I was seriously considering just heading for home, but then, at the last minute, I decided to go. I'm so glad I did! His words really fed my parched soul.

Very thankful to have had this experience!

Wednesday, December 7, 2016


"States of Matter"

steaming liquid melts 
solid icicle fingers
blood remembers veins 

(C) Carol Wilcox, 2016

Back Story: Brrr!!! It's cold in Denver today!!!! 

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Haiku for Healing

heavy eyes signal
sleep chariot approaches
time to climb aboard

Monday, December 5, 2016

#haikuforhealing #6

autumns screen door bangs
one final time insistent
winter rushes in 

Sunday, December 4, 2016

4- #haikuforhealing

Golden Retrievers are my absolute favorite dog, but I have never owned a purebred dog.
This puppy is from the Warrior Canine Connection. The WCC breeds labs and goldens, which are then trained by veterans and used as service dogs for veterans.

Two haiku for tonight.

cold wet nose presses
against my hand reminding 
me all will be well


your golden advice
a long walk always makes
everything better

BACK STORY: For about the past twenty years, I have had a dog or two. First here was Ramsey- a golden retriever mix, then Maggie- a yellow lab, Star - a black lab mix, Jack Black- a rottweiler mix, Boo- my mom's maltese. No matter what kind of day I have had, or how crazy life gets, there is always at least one constant. The dog needs to be walked. And somehow, after a walk, life usually seems much more manageable.