Blue Sky

March, fickle, left last night.

She blew a kiss and was gone.

I’ll love her still though   — ava wood


(And ya know what that means…National Poetry Month is here  :~)

Poem, Day 1

the second one

Pretend unknowing

of the original sin

is the second one.

ava wood

The other day I visited one of the few slave-era cemeteries of African-descent people in Charlotte. Known as the McCoy Slave Cemetery, the site has about 25 plots that date back to the 1840s.

I, like that morning, was still and reverent in that place. This haiku came home with me that day.


Poem, Day 25

my alter-ego:

at times valaida wouldn’t,

 ergo ava wood. 


one and twenty days

one and twenty days

thoughts tick mercilessly

mocking my mind unceasingly

each hour searches increasingly

minutes second-guess me so easily

every trace of time misses you.

ava wood

Poem, Day 5

What a difference a day makes—for better or for worse. Happenings months ago inspired this piece and since then my emotions have come full circle and are now tilting toward one-eighty. Funny how time does that.


Poem, Day 4

Give it a real go.

Give it everything you got.

And give it some time.

ava wood

This month, on April 27, I’ll mark nine years since the idea for the Giving Back Project seized upon me while attending a philanthropy conference in Seattle.

If nothing else, this journey of nearly 3285 days has taught me the three points composing the haiku above, which was posted in observance of National Poetry Month. So when you choose to pursue something meaningful, dream big, prepare well, go hard…and hang on tight for the dizzying roller coaster ride! — VF

Stack of Giving Back books


Poem, Day 3

Nearly ran out of time today, so I’m re-blogging this poem titled “Passage” from 2014. Enjoy!


Never feels quite right
Too long bundled and uptight,
like a Nubian entombed or plainest Mennonite.
Tension risen, watch the bite
Mind churning, so burst it might.
Eternal tunnel absent a whisper of light
Sun conceded to perpetual night.
Well-plumbed valleys, nary a heavenly height
Nearly convinced no mercy in sight
Then, I write.

Ava Wood

There she goes again. And why not, it’s National Poetry Month!

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Re:versed, Again

dazed by days of prose
april comes showering poems
state reversed by verse

Poem, Day 1

Originally posted on 4 April 2013

Today is the first day of National Poetry Month! In fact, this April marks the 20th anniversary of National Poetry Month, which was inaugurated by the Academy of American Poets in 1996. It has grown to become the “largest literary celebration in the world with schools, publishers, libraries, booksellers and poets celebrating poetry’s vital place in our culture.”

To join in the celebration, new and favorite poems will post here throughout April—possibly every day! I call my poetical alter ego Ava Wood and plan to tap into that voice to produce new poems this month. Each year, I relish the challenge of creating poetry, like the haiku above and like this and this and this. — VF



Today marks the vernal equinox and first day of spring—a beloved time of year. Perhaps because my birthday comes along with the season, the arrival of springtime happenings (greenness, jonquils, morning bird songs, warmer weather, budding trees, brighter days) is a source of supreme delight. Conversely, fall is my least favorite season. This is evidenced in the poem below, written exactly six months ago on the autumnal equinox.

fading daylight hints its approaching

the rustling cues my lament and loathing

hustled, leaves surrender verdant hues

a pall befalls every branch in view.

its cooled breath, a cause to brood

déjà vu dreading of a bluest mood.

never ushered, seemingly flung in

the season liked least of them

alas, here again: autumn.

ava wood

autumn leaves

Deeply Green Day

deeply green day, kept

before summer yields her reign, 

pressed, bottled, to sip.

— ava wood