The neighbor hood
There’s something magic about my house It rises from a garden with wandering paths Amid shrines set low to attract Continue reading
There’s something magic about my house It rises from a garden with wandering paths Amid shrines set low to attract Continue reading
I walked to the store today Because I’m out of sugar. Heart pounding Mask in place I stepped out my Continue reading
Writing poetry is like telling secrets That you halfway hope No one will understand for the dverse prompt of 1/22/20: Continue reading
Well I’m back he said, from the hero’s wings, the ship of the dead, the towers of kings From fantastic Continue reading
With neither a whimper nor a roar (maybe a tiny whimper) I enter the new year-number sixty-four And seeing that Continue reading
There is a gap Like voids in the periodic table Not missing or empty But undiscovered Waiting to be filled Continue reading
Another year without you A poem I should write In case my mind decides to forget Another year without you Continue reading
If I bring you a present A bottle of wine Expensive chocolates A poem so fine Will you treasure it Continue reading