Because April is National Poetry Month, I’ve decided to share with you some ekphrastic poems I’ve written this past year. Ekphrastic poems are written about works of art, most often visual art like paintings and sculpture, but they may be about a performance piece like dancing, acting, or film. This poem reflects on a lovely … Continue reading Rivers, inspired by Georgia O’Keefe’s Chama River, Ghost Ranch 1937
As Thanksgiving approaches, I decided to share again this story from last year, a tale of abundance, gratitude, joy. Susan lost her glasses one morning, early before seven o’clock, while she was hiking along the American River Parkway. She was crossing the broad pedestrian bridge that spans the river between William Pond Park and Riverbed … Continue reading Lost and Found
Shrinking in the Drought Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: I am the walrus, oh baby it’s a wild world, breaking rocks in the hot sun, tonight, maybe the drought shrunk it, proven to be, on a river raft, burning, why why why, learning a new way, don’t ask questions, too tired … Continue reading Shrinking in the Drought
Because April is National Poetry Month, I've decided to share with you some ekphrastic poems I've written this past year. Ekphrastic poems are written about works of art, most often visual art like paintings and sculpture, but they may be about a performance piece like dancing, acting, or film. This poem reflects on a lovely … Continue reading Rivers, inspired by Georgia O’Keefe’s Chama River, Ghost Ranch 1937
I choose San Francisco because I miss ocean air. I’ve been sleep walking in a dusty valley but the air in San Francisco is cold and saline. When you walk through it without a hat or scarf it’s bracing. You feel alive. I choose 1967, imagining the Summer of Love, thinking I might land in … Continue reading When the Time Travel Agent Asks When and Where
This is a poem I wrote a few years back for my mother and her sisters. It's a bit of a ramble, but they all seemed to like it. My aunt Eleanore had a muskrat fur coat. My aunt Ruth had a skirt that revealed her knees. She wore it with platform shoes. They went … Continue reading The Flint Girls Go To A Fire
