Friday, May 19, 2017

The Hairy, Scary Spider

When I was growing up, I often wrote stories with my sister Cassandra. I have fond memories of writing a little book of poetry, short stories, and songs with her. Unfortunately, we lost that book and most of our writings from childhood. We moved a lot, and something always gets lost when moving homes. Now that we are adults, we both continue to write: she writes a lot of short stories whereas I've been writing mostly poetry (though I'd still like to write short stories and a novel eventually). Like me, Cassandra also writes stories for children. She self-published her first book: The Hairy, Scary Spider. It's a children's story that she wrote and illustrated.

You can see some of her work at her blog: If you're interested in purchasing The Hairy, Scary Spider as an eBook you can find it at this link: Cassandra wrote the book for her son when he was younger, but my 4-year-old daughter enjoys reading it now.

Dust Catcher

This thing catches the dust so it doesn’t gather somewhere else in the house.

It’s big, but sneaky and quiet as a mouse.

No one ever sees it working so diligently,

Hanging onto the dust for dear life,

Never wanting to let go,

Knowing the dust will be ripped from its arms again and again.

It just wants a friend.

Written by Candace Shultz

I wrote this poem based on a swap I joined on I had to pick the 7th book from my bookcase and turn to the 7th page and choose the 7th sentence to be the first line in my poem. I chose Thing Explorer: Complicated Stuff in Simple Words by Randall Munroe. Here is the 7th page for reference:

Monday, May 1, 2017


I hold you in my arms,
your soft cheek pressed to my chest,
and we rock gently back and forth.

Our breaths slowing with the beat of our hearts,
I hum a lullaby and stroke your hair
as we rock back and forth,
back and forth.

You press deeper against my skin,
your eyelashes fluttering shut,
your breath becoming softer.
And as you slumber I hold you close,
rocking back and forth,
back and forth,
back and forth,
until I too fall asleep.

Written by Candace Shultz

Monday, April 24, 2017

The wind blows gently.
It whispers.
It gusts.
It whistles through the trees.

The leaves shake.
They wiggle.
They dance.
They wave hello to anyone who watches.

The bird flies with the wind.
It watches.
It listens.
It settles on the leaves of a tree.

The wind blows.
The leaves shake.
And the bird lifts its wings,
Ready to fly with the breeze.

Written by Candace Shultz


What went wrong?
Eight years gone
Like they never existed together.
A deep black pit grows
Where his heart used to be.
His love turned to hate
In the misery she shaped.
The silence between them stretches.
Just one word, one whisper
Might shatter the fragile worlds
They've created apart.

Written by Candace Shultz

Wednesday, June 8, 2016


By Candace Shultz

My heart grows distant.
You're far away.
I try to move closer,
But you won't stay.
The farther you go,
The less I try
Because what's the point
When it's always goodbye?

* Written on February 18, 2015

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Bleak Gray Sky

Here is the poem I wrote for Day 26 of NaPoWriMo.

Bleak Gray Sky

As I walk under a bleak gray sky,
The rain drops on me one by one.
I wait for the heavens
To pour their wrath on my skin
And drench me to the core.
The cold seeps into my bones.
There's nowhere to go but forward.
There's nowhere to hide.
My only hope is to walk quickly
And pray for a ray of light
To break through the clouds
And spread its warmth
Until the gray sky turns blue
And the sun shines once again.