Sometimes a moment in time sticks with you for decades, and this poem pays homage to one of those moments. What’s Missing Now I know very well that great-grandma was missingmuch of one leg. She liked to sit me thereon…
Another COVID pandemic-era poem today. December and the Birth Nine months, and the obvious—we could have brought a new lifeinto the light of day. But thispandemic? Not so easily shuttledaway. Uncontained, germ-y, voracious.In other words, a young teen.Unshaven, because immature.Smart-mouthed…
Today’s poem is a personification of Poetry. Poor poetry, always dealing with strong emotions.
Have you ever thought that sometimes logic fails us? That getting from point A to point B should have been possible but somehow each logical step has led to an entirely different outcome than expected, perhaps even one that wasn’t…
Call Me is another poem from the point of view of a hawk…maybe not Hawk-on-the-House, specifically, but one of the hawks relatively common in North America.
