Perennial

I was cut down just when I was flowering…

The Ambiguities

A poem about the ambiguities of February

An Old Poem Resurfaces

This is an older poem of mine that recently reappeared in my life. Some of the story about it is posted with the poem.

The Bench in the Park

A new poem inspired by a walk this morning after the overnight snow.

This Gigantic House Is Still Too Small

“This Gigantic House Is Still Too Small”
This poem was inspired by an essay by Dobby Gibson “DECOMPOSITION AS A SPIRITUAL VALUE IN POETRY”
https://aprweb.org/poems/decomposition-as-a-spiritual-value-in-poetry

Secret Menu

I’m not a big fan of most secrets. I don’t like surprises.
Here’s a poem about a secret I can enjoy – and the ones that I don’t like at all.

Ideally

My vision of an ideal day. A poem “IDEALLY”

Ideal Day

I have a new poem at Poets Online for its July issue. The writing prompt for submissions was to imagine a kind of ideal day. But the model poem was one by Laura Boss, whose ideals days almost all have a less than ideal possibility. My poem is titled “Ideal?” IDEAL? It hardly seems to

Today Is the Day

I wrote this poem in response to a prompt at Poets Online to write a poem for the anniversary of your death. It sounds depressing, but the results were not.

Ecstasy

  ECSTASY I am overwhelmed. More than joy, not just happiness. Perhaps rapture? You called it bliss. Transported is what I felt. Lifted to what heaven or paradise might be but not religious though for a time trance-like, mystical self-transcendence. And not from some drug carrying its name but something ancient. I’m back in Greek