Biography of Catherine Inscore
Out'a Lynwood, just like Weird Al; Married way to young and had a bunch of children. My life was not
Catherine Inscore's Works:
I have a story books published in Chicken Soup for the Soul; Kids in the Kitchen, I have been published in some literary magazines, and in online zines, like www.ldscompanion.org
Catherine Inscore Poems
My Daughter, My Friend
Sipping sodas during a movie laughing loudly at something hilariously funny eating pancakes quietly just us two Girl time—our time
Watch a butterfly dance among the flowers flit here, float there
Tying shoelaces Make two bunny ears. The bunny runs around the tree. The bunny jumps in a hole.
I love cotton candy it sticks to my lips when I take a BIG bite
Our Secret To A Great Marriage
We talk forever and listen It’s one of the keys To our happiness
In Community Theatre!
Taking a bow With the rest of the crew On a stage Painted spectacular
Marching ants—two by-two Sack races Boy chases The pigtailed girl
Time Flies When Bubble Gum Sticks To The...
Pitty-Pat on the cereal crunched floorCrash! BOOM! To silence…Memories of heartbeats—of children snoring Heartbreaks now... Where did the noise go?
sucking air pale dreams –blank stares bleak existence—moral defiance imperfections…annihilated
Looking Out My Kitchen Window
Looking out my kitchen window Wishing for another day another Captain Crunch and milk spilled on the table; or peanut putter and jelly
In Memory Of—abuela’s Cocina
In memory of— Tortillas hot with melted butter Making tamales in an assemble line… Dripping chili through your fingers
Take A Journey With A Friend...
Take a trip on a sailboat or to the dark forest green ride in a whale with Pinocchio or under the covers with grandma too
I Have Walked In Their Shoes
I walk along this path waiting for them to listen head the call Shall I continue to wait
Words To Live By
Listen to your heart… For it will guide you lovingly Nourish your spirit with prayer…
Walkin' out of the Sev’
In your Birkenstocks
With Palm trees swayin’
to the beat of the wind
Buyin' lottery tickets
a man holdin' a sign
“ Will work for food” sits playing a flute.
Ya toss him quarters to ease
it still haunts you…