What Grief Does
This is the week Mom can no longer recall her own last name our last name This is the week Mom can no longer answer simple verbal questions such as “Do you want a blanket?” without accompanying...
View ArticleArtist Homes
First draft of a poem I’m working on. I noticed that I was deeply in love with the words “epoxy resin” and also my husband’s decision to become a full-time artist now too, and this poem showed up as a...
View ArticleRight Here
blades of green bend low and breathe in damp, the misted seaside glows, fog yellow gray among planked houses, sunlight slants across the field, racing tree shadows tumbling down and softly yield those...
View ArticleFive Muses and a Cat’s Paw
Muse #1: Mine This is My home I am allowed to retreat and rest speak my mind create make mistakes be myself be silly be forgiven feel safe lead welcome gift play wonder ask questions contribute wander...
View ArticleHoly Ground
the old man up the hill tends the garden of the woman next door the woman behind us up the hill donates supplies to schools the woman who lives beside her takes her sick dog for very slow, sunny walks...
View ArticleArlo
Happy final day of national poetry month! A flash poem a day, every day, in April! Looking forward to next year. Here’s today’s silly poem… Arlo Waggingly he came from the streets of LA Bundled up,...
View ArticleIn Saying Goodbye
I found a perfect dead bird on the deck, outside the window victim of violence a deceptive white light through too-big windows his perfectly groomed feathers grew darker as they moved from his pale...
View ArticleThe Sun at Your House
Warm sun pools and shines more brightly in your home Why is that? worn beckoning rugs and life-soft chairs a sentinel portrait rich green and red dirt-colored artifacts nestled within white walls of...
View ArticleThe Invitation (Rewrite Approximately #7? I’ve Lost Count)
When the wind strolls in, my meadow friends dance and bow. When waves rush to crash across my ocean friend, wide beach smiles back at me and the eagles work-resting silent on wind above etch...
View ArticlePandemic Emotions, September 2020
This is for Bayo, who prompts me to be more honest and open, more me, and to let go into becoming more us… Some friends are saddened right now by humanity’s apparent reactionary rush to re-occupy...
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