Ladybug and New Sage

Red ladybug on a sage leaf

Polkadot Princess Ladybug hides
her wings beneath
crimson shields. Continue reading

Happy Mother’s Day

Our oldest love, our first love,
unfolding from our own birth,
grows as we take our first steps,
flows in our veins,
lodges in our fiber.
The love that makes us children again. Continue reading

Happy Mothering Day

Yellow and pink columbine flowers

Even Mother’s Day
is a mothering day.
A day of hair braiding,
breakfast sharing, Continue reading

Fragrance Fandango

Pink Lilacs in bloom

cherry-petal pink
lilacs tease green hearts,
kissing and telling Continue reading

Gratitude for Messy

One orange ranunculus with white hydrandgea

Gratitude for messy moments,
with their lively, unstudied drama.

Gratitude for the fragrant earth with
its briars, weeds and teeming life. Continue reading

Self-Portrait as Wildflower

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Late snow or early heat,
a green shoot persists.

Rising from fragrant soil,
toe-deep in reverie,

surviving drought,
negligence and starving deer. Continue reading

Do It Like Bees

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Technology
and industry
create murky
byproducts.
Dragonpuffs of Continue reading

Riverwalk

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

Lakeside

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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 in Thyme

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

Moon Touched

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A poet,
dismissed from Heaven,
trees truth Continue reading

2017 Progressive Poem

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.)

2017 Kidlitosphere Progressive Poem

The Secret Inside the Book

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