
Technology
and industry
create murky
byproducts.
Dragonpuffs of Continue reading

Technology
and industry
create murky
byproducts.
Dragonpuffs of Continue reading

early leaves furled —
brightest riverwalk blooms
dot sculling shells Continue reading

Lakeside, I am honey-drizzled,
in an inky trance, like tea
left too long in the sun. My arm
is a mossy log, lined with turtles. Continue reading

Tulips,
risque-ripe
purplicious
spring’s archetype
scent-delicious Continue reading

A poet,
dismissed from Heaven,
trees truth Continue reading
I’m here to tell you that building a poem with 29 other poets has shivered my timbers and set my castle alight. Read down, and you will see my line, bold and italicized, emerge like a flying monkey from the otherwise well-mannered unfolding. I think it may be carrying a torch. Or is that my hair on fire? (Terror, you cannot defeat me.)

I’m fidget, friction, ragged edges—
I sprout stories that frazzle-dazzle, Continue reading

Crocuses raise cheery salutes,
opening orange invitations to
invite us to Come One, Come All,
to spring’s circus in the meadow. Continue reading

Goodbye, Winter.
Ciao, deep snow.
Time to dig out
my pink maillot. Continue reading

I step out of my writing cave
into a day of misty rain, blinking.
A squirrel is digging
a hole in the dark soil. Continue reading

Snow is old hat.
We’re ready for a new topper,
a cold stopper: Continue reading

If I were a fish,
I’d live in a coral tower.
If I were a bird, I’d nest
above a cactus flower. Continue reading