Roadmap Read the leaves, truth sayer. Oh Oracle of Delphi, read the bones. Hear stories of women and family. Nature observation paves my way to personal understanding. I talk to wildflowers in the garden that overflow their boundaries and watch... Continue Reading →
Cusp of Autumn We feast on ripe watermelon slices as the hardwood floors of the old house rot beneath us, and barn cats— feral until it comes time for begging— circle the front porch. I wear my favorite dress, the... Continue Reading →
Toukokuu (Finnish for May - sowing moon) This gamble - a seed thrown down on warming soil. Surrender the weight of hope into the season’s fickle hands. Each cycle I am found hollow, ringing beneath the wide sky. Chittering greedy... Continue Reading →
Fairy Tale If Rumpelstiltskin appeared from straw and demanded my first born he would have to take the poem that went south one winter day when my love told me it didn't make sense: there's sense and nonsense I'd say,... Continue Reading →
Sunday Morning I bring the New York Times in its blue plastic bag from the end of my driveway. I hunt obituaries, an article about New Jersey, then move on to places I’ve never been — Thailand, China, Japan, all... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 