Published inDancing Elephants Press·PinnedMember-onlyHoly WaterMoss on earthen dam squeezed between my toes Ponds and lakes break in these dark forests Dams rise — mounds of earth Cathedral of open sky…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inMove Me Poetry·PinnedMember-onlyDesertSome days the desert is so still you can hear your pulse A step onto the crusted sand breaks holy bonds — criminal steps — like…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
PinnedMember-onlyThe Edge of ShadowsMy Personal Poetry Challenge: Part 3National Poetry Month1 min readNational Poetry Month1 min read
Published iniPoetry·May 4Member-onlyDesert DreamingStepping Outside — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inMove Me Poetry·Jan 28Member-onlyDarkness Hears a SilenceWhy Does Silence Accompany Darkness? — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Jan 6Member-onlyBreathing PoetryThe common advice about writing is that to do it well, the writer needs to read a lot. It’s one reason an MFA is so full of curriculum reading. The idea is to create the habit so embedded, reading becomes naturally constant. I don’t disagree with the advice and practice. …Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published iniPoetry·Dec 29, 2022Member-onlyJabMy plants are angles and needles; piercing leaves designed to catch the unwary. I’m not wary. Thorn-caught and pinned to my unquestioning…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Dec 23, 2022Member-onlyInner SpacesReading To Illuminate Inner Spaces — Words sounded, exhaled; imprinted in my mind, written on my page. But their meaning infirm, their definitions incomplete. Words recalled, and re-spoken imprinted again to take a new form. Gaining the retina of new understanding. The process continues — I in conversation with myself In this season of light —…Reading2 min readReading2 min read
Dec 14, 2022A Force of NatureShe didn’t know what she was nor did I, my father, nor his But the world revolved around her She was grounded with all her scattered thoughts and prayers She was the center of a world that dreams poorer without her She was a garden full of wild seed and outrageous blossoms She was the forest that protected purple lady slippers She knew where the boundaries were and the spring which feeds the well She was silly and serious as stone None caught within her sphere ever escapedPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inMove Me Poetry·Dec 8, 2022Member-onlyNo OwlsNo owls here. Why does that leave me low? No raccoons, beavers, or bears but their absence leaves no hole as the empty wake of an owl…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
