I am sending out this little flag of poems to the people who have said they want to hear, to…
Dear editor: Sir/ Ma’am: (I’m never sure) Today, you said, I’ll dole out bits of words, snippets of ideas. And…
Vermin Hotel To the two brown rats that frequent our new birdhouse, the one atop the oak stump outside our…
To My Great-Grandmother: In case the post office is still delivering where you are Granny, I sit in the garden…
Finding Freedom The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring… -Kate Chopin, The Awakening See me…
To Lori and Vine, I witness a thundercloud form on the eastern edge of Colorado …
Dear Mother in Your Iced-Tea House what are you doing now where did you eat your lunch and were there…
Storms and Head Rises Every year we watch a world blown away by storms. We see lights shoot saw-teeth in…