Category Archives: Poetry

Poem #9 of the 30/30 challenge for Poetry Month (April 9) Loom Light seeps upward from a dark horizon, hiding last night’s darkness with a swelling sphere, a gradual pink and orange glow. The sounds of birds, celebrating survival through … Continue reading →

Poem #8 of the 30/30 challenge for Poetry Month Penury Poverty slams doors and binds them shut with shackles purchased with the fruits of avarice, thick ribbons of greed sewn from raw hubris and cold conceit. Devoid of the fibers … Continue reading →

Poem #7 of the 30/30 challenge for Poetry Month (April 7) April Haiku 2 Shards of brittle sand sear like hot needles in flight in the desert air.

Poem #6 of the 30/30 challenge for Poetry Month. (April 6) April Haiku 1 day breaks roosters crow light leaks from the morning sky dawn awakens us

Poem #5 of the 30/30 challenge for Poetry Month. (April 5) Leaning into the Wind I sat in the café at the marina, watching him make his way to the place they keep fishing boats. Bent forward like a man … Continue reading →

Poem #4 of the 30/30 challenge, National Poetry Month Heathen Saint What of a heathen saint, a woman whose actions lack covert motives, a guardian of goodness, a paladin of such purity even snow cringes at the comparison? She was … Continue reading →

Poem #3 of the 30/30 challenge, National Poetry Month. (April 3) Spectrum of Sky Early in the morning, long before dawn, the sky begins its trek across the spectrum. First, a jet black palette crawls beneath stars, flushing into charcoal … Continue reading →

I posted my first National Poetry Month 30/30 poem on April 1, but I’ve posted the the other eight to date only on Facebook. That is an abomination, so I’m posting days 2 through 8 here. I’ll add others as I … Continue reading →

If hate were a water moccasin, you’d be dead by now. Its venom would have siphoned the life out of you, spilling your rage in a torrent of thinned blood. But hate’s not a water moccasin, so you’re still alive, if … Continue reading →

I stop my car by the side of the distant, desolate black top highway, a road with little purpose but for farmers to reach their fields; long-dried tracks of tractor tire mud offer evidence of the reason for the road. … Continue reading →

We each treat our language as the only one, the single tongue suitable for humankind, yet we know with uneasy certainty that ours is one of thousands spoken on this tiny planet. We search the skies in the hope of finding answers, … Continue reading →

She has the hands of an artist, hands that conjure beauty from raw clay and molten glass. She has the heart of an artist, a heart so fragile it can be broken by the cries of a world in turmoil. … Continue reading →

Kai Coggin, an incredible poet in Hot Springs, Arkansas offered to write personal poems for people she knows for a very modest fee. (I encourage anyone happening upon my page here to have a look at her website: www.kaicoggin.com).Having read … Continue reading →

I struggle to speak a language with no syntax, no grammatical armada to shepherd me in to port. Colloquial mistakes in this vocabulary can be fatal to the unschooled linguist, drunk with misplaced appreciation of words with no definition, carelessly … Continue reading →

Emaciated oak trees, tall and sickly in the distance, struggle to be noticed; the cacophonic crows seeking shelter from the rain disappear over a ridge, leaving nothing but the silence of a murder in their wake. Webs of gaunt branches form … Continue reading →

Ideas too expansive to understand dance by too fast to follow, as I claw through the weeds in slow motion, seeking a hand-hold, a place for my grip to grasp onto ways to slow the spin; to catch up. But … Continue reading →