
Dissertation
Recently asked to sum up my proposed dissertation research in a haiku, to help maintain focus. Here it is (Of course subject to change at any moment):
What do gardens have
to do with Quakers? What are
their untold stories?

These are special requests poems, someone sent me the bumper sticker idea.
ONE
Jesus, you have everything some girls
Love to see in another human
You are determined, smart, handsome, kind
But you cannot be trusted with love
Everyone flocks to you, everyone
Else doesn’t know your truth, everyone
Thinks, that humor, that knowledge is all
You’re made up of but I know you’re
An untruth, under that guise you’re an
Asshole, a sham of a gentleman.
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TWO
Jesus yes! to casual sex, he
Loves my breasts, my ass, my hips, my face
You do too – but not casually
But you are too serious for me
Everyone has opinions, no one
Else matters, who cares what anyone
Thinks, you want long term commitment and
You’re ready for forever, but I’m
An explorer, curious to learn
Asshole from saint with no strings attached
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A Bumper Sticker Poem
Bumper Sticker Poems – a form I created, inspired by cento and golden shovel poetry, with the following guidelines:

When we met you gave
Me a bouquet of red flags
The most perfect gift
Early hour thunderstorm
Lightening
Fills darkness like a
Flicked switch
I am reminded of my insignificance
As thunder quakes my home foundation to peak
Snow Angels
Plastic wrap gaiters secured with twine protect the transition from cotton sweatpants to leather work boots.
A well-tuned rumble shattering the muffled morning as he heads up the hill to my drive.
Snowy morning smell replaced by fumes of gas and oil immediately unearthing memories of my dad.
This vintage machine, made when machines were mostly metal, is piloted by ages of experience and a depth of mechanical knowledge I envy. It displaces snow practically, usefully, purposefully, precisely out of the way so I can move another machine about which I know so little.
“I’ll help you with the heavy snow at the end of the drive” he says while idling. “Thank you so much” I say. “Just being neighborly” he says, the end of the sentiment engulfed by the increasing throttle as he turns, heading back down the hill to home.
The cushioned silence greets me as I open the door. It’s early enough that snowblower rattles and shovel scrapes are not yet replacing Carolina Wren song.
Plodding through inches of snow, I am not yet ready to begin the tasks required to accommodate a normal day’s activities.
Heading to a flat open spot covered deep in snow, I fall backwards without worry, certain this mattress of frozen hexagons will catch me softly, conforming to my curves as much as any memory foam.
Smiling into the blue sky I move my long arms and legs in arcs, uselessly, impractically, for no reason but sensation, for no purpose but pleasure.

Sole Laid Bare
I believe myself spontaneous
Finding routine extraneous
Then my ego is bruised
After removing my shoes
My truth revealed is instantaneous
A Limerick Poem

Light and Shade
One sun rose on us today, kindled over our shores, peeking over the Smokies, greeting the faces of the Great Lakes, spreading a simple truth across the Great Plains, then charging across the Rockies.
When day comes we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never ending shade?
In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.
But seek no honor in my shadow. I will give you no hiding place down here.
Lift up your eyes upon this day breaking for you.
A Cento Poem created from lines of past Inaugural addresses. After listening and watching Amanda Gorman’s poem recitation at the recent Inauguration I became curious about past Inauguration poems. I found them and started looking for common themes between them.
The lines above are from the following poems:
Angelou, M. (1993). On the pulse of morning. (Bill Clinton’s Inauguration 1993)
Alexander, E. (2009). Praise song for the day. (Barak Obama’s Inauguration 2009)
Blanco, R. (2013) One Today. (President Barak Obama’s Inauguration 2013)
Gorman, A. (2021), The Hill We Climb. (President Joe Biden’s Inauguration 2021)

Loop Trails
Starting and ending in the same place
Everything new along the way
Views from many directions
Nothing revisited
Surprises around
Each new bend yet
The end is
Still the
Same

Point-to-Point Trail
Traveling in just one direction
No retracing or revisits
Only one chance for success
Every obstacle new
Just one perspective
Discovering
Half of life
As you
Move.

Out & Back Trails
Out and Back Trails through rocky woods
A chance to revisit challenge
Time to see beauty again
Ending where you began
Confronting past
Obstacles
Prepared
Now