Monthly Archives: April 2015

Old Wood Rough and gray, Crawled over By a century of bugs and birds Limbs as big as trees, Each worthy of a life of its own. High, in a trunk or a knot, Some ancient crack creaks. It stands … Continue reading →

The Narcissist’s Confession It scares me when he sings “deep calls to deep,” For I would so much rather stay asleep. Like Merlin ,trapped inside my tree of self, like shallow trophies left upon the shelf, I don’t know what … Continue reading →

Under Construction Without their leaves, trees look like scaffolding. Naked bushes become barbed wire fences. The only colors are empty wrappers caught in the wind. Men in masks disassemble the long-vacant house. The front yard fills with broken plaster and … Continue reading →

Hello everyone and welcome to National Poetry Month and the second annual 30 for 30 celebration of poets. This year’s poets include a host of individuals from all over the country, from Maine to Wisconsin, from Washington DC to California. … Continue reading →