It’s April and Winters icy fingers still clutch at bark and stem. It’s a push and pull between cool and warm, a daily battle. Tiny tendrils, with fierce determination, push toward the sun, a little taller every day. Nodes swell, … Continue reading Things are Starting to Grow
Clouds over head holding their breath, flocculent cheeks distended, rumbling a promise from deep within. We, bobbing on gently swelling waves, sun-warmed wood cooling slowly beneath us, oars beginning a tap-tap-tap warning against the boat. A world enclosed in suspended … Continue reading On the Lake
The sinewy arm of the river hugs the city, a lover grown older and wiser in the ways life. Visitors often choose the neon and flash of the streets, the furious noise of movement, vitality on steroids pumped up with … Continue reading River Mamma
Fingers of wind blew my hair around my head like Medusa’s snakes as I walked along the river levee listening to the slurp of water on shore, it’s brackish smell strong in my nostrils. Strands of music born on the … Continue reading River of Music
My poem, “Lemons“, is up on Red Fez and I’m excited to be a part of their 15th anniversary issue. Big thanks to Doc Sigerson and the other editors for giving this poem a home. There are some great stories … Continue reading Poem Published in Red Fez
I needed to call you but I’d forgotten your number, the one I always thought was burned into my memory — for hours I anxiously thumbed through white and yellow pages, forgetting then remembering your name. Between the pages I … Continue reading 803 Monroe
My poem, Store Manager 1980, is published today in Writing in a Woman’s Voice. Big thanks to Beate Sigriddaughter for giving this piece a home. I’m especially happy that it’s published the week of International Woman’s Day on March 8. … Continue reading Poem in Writing in a Woman’s Voice
“To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so … Continue reading Self Portrait in Shadow
Stop, Observe Air as dense as wet cotton awoke me. Through the window, a squirrel nibbled on palm fruit, the fragile rays of morning illuminating inquisitive eyes. Far above, a jet full of travelers hurried to somewhere else. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Stop, Observe
“When you’re in the dark, you have to try to remember that it’s a dance – dark, light, dark, light, dim. Or when you’re in the sun but the clouds come, of course you instantly think, Oh, God, now it’s … Continue reading For Tara
