You may or may not have heard yet, but I have a book due out this spring. Grateful Steps Publishing in Asheville, NC contacted me
Since I can’t write each of you a poem for Christmas, I thought I’d share some of the pieces I’ve written for other people this
The words fall from my pen and yet they make no sense. The syntax is a jumbled mess, I’ve lost the present tense. The rhymes
I don’t usually explain my poems unless someone asks about something specific. When that happens I always answer as honestly as I can. This first
This poem was actually started prior to Aiming Low’s request for a submission from me. I finished it a few days after my piece “A
i didn’t know when Shel passed away. it seems everyone who knew me was so concerned about what my reaction would be, that no one
today has been the longest week, this month, it seems, has been a year. there’s no escape and no reprieve, no place to be that
“please leave a message….” i am crushed under circumstances too heavy to ignore. i am actively resisting as they seep through every pore.
If you’ve read the previous two posts, then you know the story of why I was about to drive to Illinois in the middle of
S.O.S. I’m sending out a signal. It’s floating through the air. A balloon that sadly lost it’s child’s hand. I’m broadcasting a message. I’m begging