Category Archives: The Poetic Side

Through the Looking Glass and Into the Intergalactic Quiltapalooza

Posted on November 7, 2011 by Jan C. Johnson

Disclaimer: I blatantly stole the word “Quiltapalooza” from my friend Dan, whose lovely wife Cindy has often attended the festival described below. It’s just a good thing I was not driving. Not only were the unfamiliar Houston streets interrupted by … Continue reading →

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Road Trip

Posted on April 22, 2011 by Jan C. Johnson

I wrote this poem in September 2007 for my Intro Creative Writing course. Road Trip by Janice C. Johnson Pinewoods rise and fall away behind us, giving ground to prairie. The brown grass reminds us it’s still winter. Two sisters … Continue reading →

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DFW to Sky Harbor

Posted on September 8, 2010 by Jan C. Johnson

DFW to Sky Harbor by Janice C. Johnson Voices, noises, choices of drinks. Hurried attendants, the insistent whine of jet engines and cranky toddlers. A family starts their vacation, the kids oscillating with excitement. A man checks sales figures on … Continue reading →

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Support Your Local Insect

Posted on August 27, 2010 by Jan C. Johnson

One of my favorite flying insects is out in droves these days, so I thought I would post this little poem about them. The only problem is, I wrote two different versions and can’t decide which I like better. “Take … Continue reading →

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Stopping By the Rally on a Sunny Morning

Posted on August 3, 2010 by Jan C. Johnson

Time for a little something on the lighter side… It all started when I went riding on a Saturday morning. A local rally passed near my house, so I just jumped into the ride from home. About the time I … Continue reading →

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