I write poems for a stranger
who will be born in some distant country
hundreds of years from now.
—Mary Oliver

Welcome to My Poetry

The first poems I remember were in a Little Golden Book. Once I learned to read, I never stopped pouring over them and marveling at how the words rolled across my tongue and made music with their sounds. I don’t recall when I began writing poems, but I made them as gifts to friends and family. I never kept them—not even one.

Now, my poems come to you as a gift with words and sometimes images.

Each title links to the poem.

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