Heliocopter or Hummingbird - Feb. 29, 2024
a day in the scattered life of you - heading here going there picking up this dropping off that in stops and starts of want and need...
a day in the scattered life of you - heading here going there picking up this dropping off that in stops and starts of want and need...
don’t ever maim me with a March in Manitoba or stab me with a San Francisco summer or let me languish in London fog twenty years a desert...
the sun has just arrived to see cars crushed and floating houses pushed off foundations down streets over cliffs the blood of rain...
6 a.m. I pick up the paper and look back at my house nestled in this wonderful community located in a beautiful state on an amazing...
did cavemen and women decorate their caves with homemade paintings and hangings of bone sculptures keep area rugs in front of curved rock...
timid and feeling weird I approach the front door after the moving van’s just pulled away what is the appropriate “Hi!” to deliver to a...
to all you poems that floated by me making faces screamed as they fell off my ears or slipped from my greasy fingers I’m sorry you guys...
two secrets for a long and stable relationship tolerance and fatigue lay down for a nap when you’re too tired to deal with anything it’s...
just like people the interesting thing about blueberries are the wide varieties of size and the blend of sweet and tart kind of reminds...
we get up for a sun sighting stay busy as it crosses the sky sit still for a sunset except it’s a turning world a ball rolling around the...
if I could talk to anyone I’d interview an angel there can be nothing like their angle on love few words said in perfect innocence would...
within all of us - the most brilliant and the dumbest the toughest and gentlest - are emotions fragile as an egg that break for no...
the blackened fireplace stands cold on this gray blanket morning it’s often a waiting game for some match to light my day two fires would...
remember being told sit down and be still and finding it unbearable? now in the waiting room of a busy restaurant ever curse the long...
walked down to the creek and sat on the bridge yesterday to write a Valentine’s Day poem waterfalls are happy sounds but not mixed with...
walk down to the river and she’ll sing only to you an audience of one take your dog to the park and for three hours make it your own...
it’s concentrated like expresso over light roast or fudge over chocolate souffle like a hug over a handshake or the taste of one homemade...
for many reasons we need the sun swimming and solar panels that amaryllis bulb on the kitchen sill when we’re desperately cold or even...
the ones we grew up with have started to leave us both suddenly and slowly so we adjust our portfolio of friends and family pulling from...