I write poems for a stranger
who will be born in some distant country
hundreds of years from now.
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.
The Unbarred View: Expanding Perspectives and Freedom
Change Is the Constant That Creates Life
Resumes Never Tell the Whole Truth
How Do You Capture Shivers? Feeling and Seeing the Seasons
National Poetry Writing Month 2022 (30 poems, 30 days) Part II
National Poetry Writing Month 2022 (30 poems, 30 days) Part I
Careen (A Quadrille to Writing)
What Can You Find in a Clerihew (W. Edwards Deming)?
It Matters to Listen Carefully, Now