I’ve made it past the halfway point of the PAD (poem-a-day) challenge, and I’ve noticed that quite a few of the poems have been serious and focused on the dark…
I feel lucky to be raised during a time when morals, manners, and compassionwere the norm,when cruelty wasn’t funny,when slipping on a banana peelmight have made you laugh,but you reached…
I don’t think I’m feeling better,just putting on a good face.Grieving is like that.You break down, then pull yourself together.You keep pretending everything is normal—until some random thing pops upand…
When I was a childI thought it was weird(and very cool)that my grandparentshad been born within a decadeof the Civil War. It’s still pretty mind-boggling when I think of it.I…
I’ve stood strong for a long time, but I think they’re wearing me down.First I tell my friend,if it makes you happy,start listening to those Christmas carols you love.Next, I…
I held the letter in my hands;the words were in English, but the handwriting was the German Kurrentschrift that you learned in childhood.I would recognize it anywhere.It was neater than…
I’ve got some very exciting news to share. I’ve just released my 6th book of poetry, WHEN WINTER COMES. It’s been a labor of love, and so great to know…
You think the universe is vast,that you are just a tiny speckadrift in the void.But the universe is limitlessand ever changing.Every time you pluck a dandelionyou hold the sun, the…
Twenty-three years gonesince the world turned upside down;The grief still lingers.Where once we held strong,bonded in our common pain,now we take pictures.Instead of succor, we postuseless videos online.We feed hate-mongers,…
