Harbinger
Trudy dreamed that she found three red hens nested beneath the camellia bush that grew outside her kitchen window. They were serene little birds, chuckling quietly together in the [...]
Trudy dreamed that she found three red hens nested beneath the camellia bush that grew outside her kitchen window. They were serene little birds, chuckling quietly together in the [...]
Another poem for National Poetry Month The fabric of night unwinds like a bolt of dark blue velvet across a clean white sheet of daylight. At Equinox the corners of [...]
Plum: an Equinox Story She calls herself Plum and she lives on a patch of dirt at the edge of a winding road near the river levee. She lives amid [...]
Because it was spring, Marilee decided to do one of her obsessive tears through the house—not a quick surface dust and sweep, but a deep dive, boring down beneath cushions [...]
I think I can say without fear of contradiction that this has been a weird year. And hey!--suddenly, it's Easter again. It feels rather surreal. Like many people, I have [...]
I wrote this piece with my Thursday night group. I changed most of the prompts, but perhaps you may still recognize them: the child, September, denigration, breakage, loss of youth, rust, crawling [...]
i Blades not sharp or brutal but tender and yielding to the weight of my bare feet sprout on this thin layer of soil that hugs the Donegal coast. I [...]
This week I want to share a prayer my late friend Craig taught me. It’s very simple: “Release into Essence.” Essence was Craig's word for Divine Energy or God. It’s [...]
I want to wish everyone a peaceful Holy Week, and a Blessed Easter. I wrote this poem a few months ago. I'd seen another praise poem, written like this, designed [...]
I wrote this a year ago at Easter, long before any of us had heard of Corona Virus. During this extraordinary time in our lives and history, I wanted to [...]