gone again these summer darlings arriving with the leaves of spring and gone in a golden whirl on the October wind across the street lights out and the thousand treasures on the lawn hidden in their winter dens park, quiet now but for the crunch of leaves beneath the only walker's feet docks empty of... Continue Reading →
A new friend brought me here tonight. Into this bustle of writers where we are working alone or gathered in small groups, talking, laughing, sipping wine with others; gathering here from a 50 mile radius; our host tonight, fellow writer, maker of extraordinary sparkling wines, Larry Mawby. It's a picture perfect summer evening and poems... Continue Reading →
For my Northport Dear Hearts❤️ October I stretch my heart across the land to see if I can hold you all as you drift homeward to your corners~ far away. I've made room for you now inside my ribs where I can carry your voices until the trees bloom again and you return to this northern... Continue Reading →
Under an August Moon~ Swollen full with promises Of a thousand kisses Waiting as you Danced me home To music in my head Still floating Above the creek On a perfect Summer night.
This Wind This wind that is the time I have with you- Moves over skin- Ruffles hair- Momentarily Changes the direction the flowers grow- This moment blowing by Here and then behind me Mother- father- decades gone Children rushing into middle life I am on this roadside Still and silent On this worn... Continue Reading →
STAND You stand with us You, who nurture cities You, who stand as big sister You, aunt You, best friend You, neighbor You who nurture the soil and raise up food and blossoms You who bring creatures home and show them humans can be loving too You who protect us, heal us, inspire... Continue Reading →
My Mistake My mistake was not going down that road to the place where I threw my arms open to love - vast, wild and freely given- it was in assuming that you had come along with me.
After writing a full novel manuscript I find myself only pulling smaller word threads for a while; resting some muscle but keeping it taut with sprints through poetry and essay. It's another poetry day and I'm feeling like offering up this one to the cyber pyre of anonymous eyes. Creator of... Continue Reading →
I'm I’m a Galleria Mall in a National Park, a French film noir in a grocery store, art school in the kitchen, An erotica book on a Wednesday noon, And a heated debate at 2 a.m. I’m the cookie baker trouble maker heart breaker claim staker- I want everything to change While the good parts... Continue Reading →