Two poems about tea

The quadrille I sat down to work In the dining room But I couldn’t focus So I went into the Continue reading →

Fill

I don’t notice the silence When I’m not noticing the silence The unspoken noise of thinking unfelt unseen unheard concentrating Continue reading →

Echo

He never saw her sitting there pining in her despairing love calling to him like she had no choice until Continue reading →

Imposter Syndrome

I always ask Myself at least If you love me Or if you just tolerate me Or if you tolerate Continue reading →

The last hour, 24: just before dawn

How do I know I’m asleep? Lying in between windows Of sleep and waking in the pre-dawn hour as the Continue reading →

Responsible citizen

Here by the Lakes In my snug suburban house I read about the climate crisis on the web Here by Continue reading →

The hours (a poem cycle)—8. 1 p.m.

As the heat of the day settles in I close my eyes and remember How winter afternoons sink early Into Continue reading →

Magnolia

Right outside my window In the first place we lived in the new town My mother planted a magnolia tree Continue reading →