Jump Down Spin Around --after “Shake the Dust” by Anis Mojgani This is for wee babies—their dribbles & giggles. This…
Ode to Getting By Whisper to me, February, the true reason for your arrival. Though stores fly your white and…
Just in Case, Por Si Acaso My Children’s Children with their American blue eyes, have never seen the cocky rooster…
Tree Rings You talk about not needing a man in your life, maybe for the rest of your life, that…
Waiting – Ghazal for drought The geese glide in low and slow, gray wings tipped, frantic flutter to ground as…
Letting Go Welcome to my yard sale. Check out the bargains. Head for the garage and the 1956 winged Chevy…
Falling off horses I wouldn’t want my falling off a horse laid right next to my first good kiss, or…
Sometimes all you need is a shadow as when sun through a window lands the crisp imprint of a lipstick…