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
The quadrille I sat down to work In the dining room But I couldn’t focus So I went into the Continue reading
I don’t notice the silence When I’m not noticing the silence The unspoken noise of thinking unfelt unseen unheard concentrating Continue reading
He never saw her sitting there pining in her despairing love calling to him like she had no choice until Continue reading
I always ask Myself at least If you love me Or if you just tolerate me Or if you tolerate Continue reading
How do I know I’m asleep? Lying in between windows Of sleep and waking in the pre-dawn hour as the Continue reading
Here by the Lakes In my snug suburban house I read about the climate crisis on the web Here by Continue reading
As the heat of the day settles in I close my eyes and remember How winter afternoons sink early Into Continue reading
Right outside my window In the first place we lived in the new town My mother planted a magnolia tree Continue reading