And Forever Again
My love for my father feels like a warm fire like the morning sun sounds like misty rain like …
Category Archives: Poetry
Misty Morning in May
Yesterday, I completed the building and planting of the five gardens that surround the house. As I sat on the …
The Song That Is My Friend
Last night, I saw Bryan Bowers perform. It was the first time I had seen him since sometime around 1975. …
The Sculpture of Spring
It was my second Mother’s Day; Kyle was nearly two years old, and we were out shopping as a family. …
Sunbreak and Moondance
Clear, perfect in its fullness, and huge, it rose and worked its magic to completely transform the color of the sky from end-of-day twilight to beginning-of-night twilight.
Notes From a Getting-Wiser Woman
A few evenings ago I went to a talk given by someone whom I have long admired for his writings. …
This One Thing
It has been hard for me to come here, here to this particular place of writing. For two years I …
Photo Prose Poem
I see a mother offering so much more than a piece of apple to her child. It’s as if all the surrounding apples, leaves, branches, and blades of grass represent all the possibilities awaiting the child.
Stumped
I stood on a hill top this morning, looking down across a meadow and further out across the waters of …
Kyle’s Write Stuff
He smelled of cheap cigarettes and stale coffee, like the back of some old “last gas here” station, where the …
