Tag Archives: National Poetry Month

Enter and Exit Singing             I. Back and forth the golden orb swings. The earth spins. The golden orb does not count, does not age.  Time is nothing to it.               II. What is time? Stasis               III. … Continue reading →

KIDS’ CAMP 2021 Required: Covid-19 negative certificates   Shelters, bathing platforms, walking tracks Despite the promise, and necessary medicines, mistrust hovers Just imagine the hospital staff flipping head over shoulder while all the hopefuls have to stand in line for … Continue reading →

Edge of Freedom (Black Lives Matter)     Will you meet with me at the edge of freedom?  Walk with me to the place where the sunrise meets the horizon?  Stand together? Watch the barriers dissolve? Fast forward to a … Continue reading →

  Overcome Exalting Joy – Laugh at Myself   cockroach in a wastebasket deep shadows cast, all strife and pain – competing against professional obsessives as long as you believe. how clever Mr. Snuggles was as evening (occasionally) lost the … Continue reading →

To preserve formatting, this poem has been saved as a PDF. Please click on the link below to access it. Loving Breonna Author’s Statement: When I write about spring in all its newness and delight, I think of my neighbors … Continue reading →

To preserve formatting, this poem has been saved as a PDF. Please click on the link below to access it. PaTch WOrk RePubliCan Author’s statement: I took words from two poems I wrote—“In A Galaxy Far Away,” about my love … Continue reading →

Sixty Remembers Nineteen   We started the semester in ancient Mesopotamia. In fact, that part was pretty easy. They used a positional system, just like we do. Then, that extra degree of freedom….   The culture of the people who … Continue reading →

 The Work of the Poet             The work of the poet is to name what is holy* to find the sacred in a parade of ordinary days to single out the neglected phrase, the forgotten image summoning them, like Zacchaeus … Continue reading →

Infidels of the Church of the Next Word   arched like a cold backache, tinged red at the edges, words   stand in doorways, eyes fixed in sockets, wide-eyed,   as if they needed no latte no espresso no cappuccino … Continue reading →

Opaque Sketches     1. boldly brushed             smudge of old barn                         in charcoal smoke dawn fog boyhood home             with cool rain                         pausing its thrubbing   2. among gray doves             scarlet cardinals                         an abandoned trestle … Continue reading →