Morning Poem In the moments before the day begins, I am alone. Almost full moon still visible through the narrow slit of a window in the back of the house. Dawn breaks in an instant: Look out one window and... Continue Reading →
Happy Hour Revisited Like the promise of rain in drought you perch on a barstool and smirk in rainbows of special effects. Baseball slogs away on TV. The bartender keeps refilling you with splashes of molten gold. I want to... Continue Reading →
The Poems are in The Soil Beneath the rocks and broken brick Below the fossils of cat bones They are there Fertilizing the ground Adding phosphorus and calcium Mulching through the earthworms I am full of distractions So I must... Continue Reading →
Ritual Breakfast – cooking eggs. Sleepy eyed, an attack of the mundane yawns. Burnt toast! Where did the paper go? The cat looks up and meows. Misplaced glasses, jangling keys, same crossword puzzles everyday. Open the window to let the... Continue Reading →
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 →
Poetry Breakfast 