Category Archives: Poetry

My neighbor’s yard is overgrown with daffodils, oxalis, lilies white as wax amid their leaves. Emplanted in the center of the rising green, a tri-fold lounger, blue and white, is left with head and foot ends pointing up. They look … Continue reading →

I’m always meeting folks who want to work too hard too young to save to play too old. I wonder why so many opt to jerk themselves in straps and blinders. Someone sold a sorry bill of bads, and gave … Continue reading →

The more we age the more we stay the same. For just as I bore babies but they bore their personalities and quick became themselves, unlike to me, beloved more apart who held my heart but ever took another path … Continue reading →

Innately odd or early turned, I keep perceiving differently what’s under rocks. I note when others don’t – they tend to sleep more time than I; they tremble less from shocks, as if they’re comatose. The scholars list the relics … Continue reading →

Now I have things to say to you That I don’t think you want to hear. I plan to voice them anyway But not today, my dear. You cherish thoughts I want to know, Opinions stark and feelings sheer, But … Continue reading →

The caliber of poetry and song I hear is woefully inadequate. The writers wedge in words that don’t belong, or clashing sense, or syllables unfit for rhythm or so tritely overused they only reinforce cliches. I flinch when I attend … Continue reading →

Each petal of wisteria appears a miniature orchid, scaling white through lavender to purple. Lavalieres of lacy petals dangle in the light: spangled pixies on the new chartreuse of leaves unfurling. Underneath that berth a clutch of irises, like Ws … Continue reading →