In My Words

Consider the Octopus

You assumed it was her head atop the way our heads are. Assumed too because you’ve heard an octopus can solve puzzles, do more tricks than even dogs can do, that there was a great brain swelling that bulbous shape. But no, the expert tells you. The octopus...

When I am Near

When I am near a great body of water an Ocean, the Sea, a Great Lake especially in the quiet of early morning gazing toward an infinite horizon, that fine line where dome of sky meets meets deep fathomless water – I remember who I am, and who I am not. Remember again,...

Life after Forty

That year I turned forty you turned sixteen, beginning to show the curves of a womanly body, turning heads whenever you walked by. You still do – even after this blur of years has raced past both of us. Now you are stepping into forty. When I turned forty they told me...

Put Down Your Pack

Margaret Atwood once said – “I write prose to know what I’m thinking. And poetry to know what I’m feeling.”  For me too – poetry was the right vessel to convey the emotions that swept over me after my brother called with words I had...

Valentine

Well – it has been awhile since my last post.  Life raced by. Full of good things like: Hosting retreats and workshops for Jack Ridl.  Delighting in the birth of (now 5) grandchildren. A bit of traveling.  And their were also the unexpected bends in the road...

Flyboy

Flyboy In grainy black and white, you pose on the wing of a plane. A flyboy, they promised free lessons. You saw an easy sling shot ride out of that four corner town, thought high in the sky it would all fall away, the father who played but never won, the mother who...