1.10.2021

Baking Brings Few Surprises


Washing

my batter bowl

   gingerly

always remembering

a busted bread bowl

   irreplaceable 

like the piece of me

that’s chinked off


Wishing

(protecting my bowl)

   that piece of me   

could be mixed in batter

ingested with these cupcakes

   beginning

to find its way back

through my belly


1.05.2021

A New Year

 

I want to write poems

on kites

soared across 

the wide river

jammed with ice

like my mood

blue

and stuck


I mean really

what would happen

if I flew verse so high

buoyant

beyond the oxbow

brown-ice cornfields

highway

and everything


1.01.2021

The Hard Work of Hope

 

Friends, I’m truly honored that editor Elizabeth Macduffie 

submitted and Mass Poetry selected one of my poems 

to be featured in The Hard Work of Hope. If you click below, 

a poem I'm particularly proud of certainly fits this theme. 

In fact, I think all of my poems are on this theme and I covet 

the name of this series. Anyway my poem is called "Progression,"

originally published in the spectacular Meat For Tea

I hope you like it. And I even provided a fun writing prompt.


Thank you, friends, for reading and supporting my work. 

Here's to whatever 2021 throws at us:

 

"Progression” in The Hard Work of Hope


12.31.2020

Light

 

A little light

for the new year




12.14.2020

And Now a Break From Our Usual Dreaming

 

I had

a delicious dream

of my kids

as young children


I can feel

their small arms

around me

this morning

 

11.25.2020

The Dow Jones Industrial Average Soars, And

 

Sacred money

sacred market

sacred gain

sacred profit

sacred wealth

sacred power


  We the People


         The mudsills

           the workers

          the proles

     the tools

        required

       for balancing


The sacred scales


One 

vs.

        Ninety-nine


11.19.2020

Found Poem for 2020


We are facing

aggressive

unrelenting

expanding

broad community spread

across the country

reaching most counties

without improvement

but rather

further deterioration



*report from the White House Coronavirus Task Force, November 2020

10.24.2020

It's Overcast Today


Heavy

hanging low

contents pressed

weight against flesh

thundering like acid

my belly full of rain


10.18.2020

Limitless Possibilities

 

I was in a Zoom 

about the pandemic 

how things are changing 

and require being open 

to new possibilities


In all seriousness

I thought WHOA I could try

making chocolate chip bars

instead of dropping them

by spoonful


10.12.2020

Maple


 

10.03.2020

Secrets


           In dreams

    my teeth crumble

       into napkins 

    stashed

from peering pretty people


     I greet

 on waking

   with a pursed smile

   and a mouthful

of surreptitious verse


9.26.2020

Source

 

Something 

about seeking a source

in the deep end

of a flailing life

means I’m not sure what

but if I could find it

I’d tie a rope

around its energy

and save myself

from drowning 

in wishes

instead of swimming

in the Poet’s possibility


9.20.2020

Carry On

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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9.07.2020

Wildfire

 

  Dreamed I lost you

& sneaked a peek at you

like when you were little

& me spooked in high winds

     Now my spooking

is crowds engulfing you

fueled by cruel winds

& you out of your element

    which maybe is earth

& I hope will keep you 

                   grounded 


9.06.2020

Palettes


If I am green

maybe that explains

my tendency to retreat

preparing for seasons

of browns & charcoal 


8.22.2020

Maple & Moon

 

Why should I describe

my feelings for the backyard maple

and the moon I spy

through branches like a lace curtain

as it rests upon mighty Mount Tom

that from here I must conjure

from memory and imagination

as the neighbor’s house blocks my view

I mean the maple is not really so old

as trees go

kind of middle-aged I think

or maybe assume stemming from my desire 

for companionship

I don’t really know

having only lived here 13 years

which is the longest I’ve lived anywhere

but not so long if counting

against the life of a solid maple

and the moon is the moon 

to which poets greater than myself

have written many a rapt epistolary 

so there hardly seems any value

in my tepid musings on moonlight

and what it reveals


8.10.2020

High Risk

 

Neighbor

outside the 7-11

is minding a stroller

mask bunched below her chin

cigarette dangling from pursed lips


8.02.2020

Breezy


Sunday morning 
blows curtains
across cat-hair window bed
cars still streaming by
but weekends are a reprieve

From dump trucks
and heavy equipment
so far no one has revved up
yard machines and I’m grateful
for the relative peace

Third cup of coffee
laundry waits
everyone still asleep
including my kitty twitchy
dreaming in her bed of sun

7.29.2020

Straw Dog Writers' Guild Pandemic Poetry Series


Friends, I'm thrilled and honored to have my poem included 
in the Straw Dog Writers Guild Pandemic Poetry Series today! 
I honestly love this poem, it's a good and lovely thing 
that came to me in the pandemic. Please take a look 
and scroll around, lots of wonderful writing to enjoy.

My poem is found at THIS LINK


7.26.2020

It Would Be Just Like Me


It would be like me
to find my footing
and set out
seeking the Big Revelation
only to learn it's contained
in specks of dust
floating in my window


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