Mozart symphonya plume of red smoke flows from memy soul coaxed out Return to yogathe next morningmuscles once mute, speak Old oak treeI see you againremembering daysof green fleshhow we played under the surfaceof your rough bark
The Choice of a Skirt
I used to like to wear longish skirts with t-shirts or sweaters, as they were very comfy and I’ve always had trouble finding slacks to fit (especially in my twenties and thirties when clothes were sized for a woman 5’4″). This summer I saw a family at the Farmer’s Market. The mother and her four…
We Don’t Always See Clearly Until We Move Closer
I have way more poems suitable for consideration in a manuscript than I realized. I still prefer chaps to a full-length collection. I love the thought of a book of poetry that is short enough to read in one or two sittings. Possible title: Hippy Homesteaders and Other Strangers. For a book of persona poems….
Hmm.
2023
1. Bob doesn’t like this blog’s subtitle. Are you deprecating yourself? he asks. Yes, I answer. My writing career will be tiny. It began in 2015. There will be no lifetime achievement award for me. 2. This year I intend to put together a second chapbook. 3. As a poet, my major themes include love/passion,…