True Story
My life is a [mostly] true story told in excrutiating detail doled out in daily dollops as a long-running serial I am …
Daffodils
Winter drew one last frigid breath And blew icy goodbye kisses Before the first robin had sung While the trees remained barren …
All That Glitters
you trotted through my world leaving broken promises crushed dreams and my shattered heart in your wake then grinned at all the …
fork
One brief, bitter kiss passed lightly ‘cross our lips. A broken heart is the most exquisite pain.
Scene of the
crime of the heart yellow tape stretched tight DO NOT CROSS DO NOT CROSS
The Rub
I massage her feet. She smiles and moans and holds my hand with her unusually long toes.
fortnight
The full moon makes me lonely Then my aches wane away Till a new moon makes a promise Of darker nights but …
Def Poetry
This a National Poetry Month Twofer. I’ve spent a lot of time in the classroom and this first bit I’ve read a …
RRR: Driven
I put this little project together last year for National Poetry Month. The inspiration for it was many years ago, but, as …
NPM Wrap-up
National Poetry Month is nearly at an end. I’ll still be writing [and posting] of course, but here is a list of …
Hand in Hand
Arthritis has bent our hands from the supple petals they used to be into gnarled root-like clubs. Our fingers no longer intertwine. …
Wild Blue
Love arrived from out of the blue danced a while and sang then Love departed leaving only the blue