Bon Friday, dear reader. Here's a piece I wrote a few years ago after a pretty cathartic conversation with close friends. Because that's how poetry functions for me: whereas fiction traverses the highways and byways of my imagination, poetry is every nuance and inch of the life I lead. Is that how it is for you? …
National Poetry Month: Poème #6
As an author, her stories and essays have always thrilled me. But I'd like to discover her more as a poetess. Below is a powerful piece by Alice Walker. Enjoy this poetic Thursday, dear readers. Be Nobody's Darling Alice Walker Be nobody's darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around You …
National Poetry Month: Poème #5
Hi, Poetry Lover. Wanted to share a classic today. I fell in love with this piece in college after more than one poetry professor introduced me to the wonder and complexity of Theodore Roethke. Please read and enjoy. In a Dark Time Theodore Roethke In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet …
National Poetry Month: Poème #4
Day 4 of NPM. Happy happy. This piece was written by me. One of my personal favorites: The Passage of Time we've run out of conversation, we've nothing left to say. we cannot abide by talk of the children, who now wrangle children of their own, expecting us to play with and to give back, …
National Poetry Month: Poèmes #2&3
Happy NPM. Because I missed Sunday, here's a piece for Sunday, written by me: Learning, Gratitude (Hindsight) To you. The heart should never be so revealed, so unaware of where the results will land. No more waiting when the answers are usually quite clearly there. No matter if you were moved. Time to move on. …
“…wings of her own.”
I wrote this poem seven years ago. Bon Throwback Thursday. Mrs. Birdman  When he finally lands, the odds are that she’ll be waiting for him by the riverside. He’ll tell marvelous tales of the sweet air up there, of racing with skylarks and ravens, that near-miss with the eagle… She’ll tell him that Billy …
About a Boy.
As I stood in line at the café at work and watched one of the employees step over to the espresso machine to whip up a latte for a customer, I thought of him. It was such an interesting time in my life, really, all of it, and he was, by far, the most significant …
This Square Peg. 