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. …
Category Archives: Poetry
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 …
Thresholds
The perspective from here is so much different. If you aren’t here yet, I can only say that I will nod my head knowingly when you come to this phase of realization; and if you are here, I am smiling with the knowing that we have this common understanding.
Wage Peace, Still
I am a 65-year old, white, straight, post-menopausal, single, retired woman who was brought up in upper middle class America, …
Women of Gold
Back in the last half of the 1980’s and in to the 1990’s, there was a television show called “The …
