Sean and I periodically pull water weeds (with a rake) out of a swimming hole at a creek in the Sierras. I wrote this poem while away from him recently, and missing him.
Long curls and pointed trident,
My…
Sep 15 2021
Sean and I periodically pull water weeds (with a rake) out of a swimming hole at a creek in the Sierras. I wrote this poem while away from him recently, and missing him.
Long curls and pointed trident,
My…
Jul 17 2020
This is a poem written for a friend who suggested the title, "Glory."
Glory
I know glory.
Once, fruit of my mother, we bloomed to soft meadow breezes,
bees bowed to our offerings.
With time, we withered.
She dropped me…
Read moreJun 3 2020
Working on a Building
written the morning of Wed. June 3rd, 2020
I may be raped if I walk alone, or never become president, but I do not worry about losing my white life to a policeman, or racist neighbor…
Read moreMay 28 2020
Here's a poem for the suggested title of "Water, Air and Earth":
Water, you draw me like bee to blossom.
I am dipper in your riverbed, fern in your mist
Needing you.
I drink and drink you in,
only until…
Read moreMay 20 2020
Here's a poem written with the suggested title of "Song of the Rose."
Song of the Rose
Dormant.
Leaves drop, limbs slouch,
Silent sitting in dark earth ice.
I could be made to move,
but am working on something deeper.
…
Read moreMay 10 2020
Hey folks, here's a work in progress -- i.e., something I'm in the middle of right now. I can't decide to go in the direction of poem or song, though it seems to be heading songward. While writing this over…
Read moreApr 3 2020
A poem written for my parents' 50th wedding anniversary, almost 4 years ago (around the time of Frankie and the No-Go Road -- you see connections in the art.) Scroll down for the reading.
Two Trees
Two trees, joined at…
Read moreMar 25 2020
Here's an example of writing a poem from a title prompt. I hope it inspires you to think of one.
A sweet friend once suggested to me the title "Creature Comfort." I knew that she had some experience with horses…
Read moreMar 22 2020
One is not enough,
Unless you prefer circling.
If you want to go,
To your lover’s arms,
To a chance at death,
You will need more of us.
And if your boat sits low with idle travelers
Who…