May 1, 2019

Because I Sat


Because I sat for a moment

On a stone bench

Feet on pebbled concrete

I noticed more bird song

With each breath




I saw a crow fly above me

With long bits of the garden

In beak




Creating home in a tall white pine

Life was happening

Around me




Because I rested






A Free Verse Poem

April 30, 2019

The Brilliance of Women


Difficult Women

The Woman and her work

You can’t keep a good woman down

Too bright to hear too loud to see

All the light we cannot see

Everything matters

Although of course you end up becoming yourself.


Book Spine Poetry

February 23, 2019

Soft Gentle Distraction


Soft hands are of no interest to me

Is my first thought but I realize

That’s not exactly true.

I’m sort of obsessed with them

Morbidly fascinated by the life lived

Resulting in no calluses, no broken nails

No cracked skin, no permanent grease stains

No dirt (no longer soil) embedded on the side of the index finger

Not a sign of that organic complex that

Supports life in any corner of a nail.

Lives so foreign to me and mine.

And so I sit and stare at hands

Men’s mostly.

Having a different unrealistic absurd standard

For women’s hands.

Not wondering about their soft hands

Not wondering why their soft hands aren’t repulsive

And why men’s soft hands are. To me.

Not wondering why I care at all or

Why I’m not just worried about my own damn self

Or the actual subject of this (yet another) meeting.

Instead here I fixate on pristine doughy man hands

Only wondering if I’m making a face

As I stare.

January 30, 2019

Party Favors


Silently unfurling

Sunshine and warmth for breath

Celebrating the dormant cold

Quietly and alone

Like me as snowflakes and

Mercury tumble down around.


Metaphor and simile poem