Category Archives: Poetry

This poem describes why I used to go camping. Nowadays my urges for quiet privacy are satisfied by spending time in my one-room cottage. Can’t you sense pathetic undertones whenever you associate with men? And can’t you hear the women’s … Continue reading →

There’s alteration everywhere and nothing steady yet. The shape of life is changing every day. The mode is metamorphosis and never can be set to animate in any other way. The planet moves; the creatures eat & grow & breed … Continue reading →

All grownups have invisible friends. That’s who they talk to when they move their mouths and there’s no one else around. The more burnt-out grownups talk aloud to their invisible friends, to the embarrassment of the less burnt-out grownups, who … Continue reading →

I used to turn the corner to my street with dread reluctance mounting in my heart, preparing for the tensions I would meet within my own front door. That stress was part of every evening when I lived with him … Continue reading →

This week I’m putting up two poems from 17 years ago, from time with the kids. In case you don’t know them or the story, both of my children were a challenge to raise. Each of them spent too much … Continue reading →

I was 44 when I drafted this sonnet, and my kids were 17 and 12. My interlocutor had sons age 11 and 4. Our biggest area of disagreement was parenting. My goal was to raise self-regulating individuals who could handle … Continue reading →