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

November 28



An archaic term

Old-fashioned, antiquated

Yet we witness living examples daily

On television, on radio

In big white houses and small suburban homes

Perhaps not obsolete but modern

Perhaps not irrelevant but relevant

Perhaps not anachronistic but timely

We need a new way to describe daily horror

Why not use an outmoded term

Describing modern behavior perfectly?


(A Free Verse Poem)

May 17


(Inspired by Pensive or Thoughtful Mood a 1939 sculpture by Stella Elkins Tyler)


Rubenesque a negative

Willowy a positive

Zaftig to avoid

Slender to attain

Chubby a dislike

Skinny a desire

Stout to loathe

Svelte to long

Why do these words dictate decisions and self-worth

When they say nothing about inner beauty and character?


(A Decastitch Poem)

March 15 (Throwback)

Urban Education


Black and white standing on the corner

I’m waiting for the traffic to stop

He rushes in way against the light

I’m still waiting for the traffic to stop.

Street-smart, city-wise he is on his way

I’m still waiting for the traffic to stop.


(A Throwback Poem)

(A Free verse poem)

February 22 – Throwback

For the second night in a row

I can’t sleep thinking about you.

This has happened before since

We’ve spoken, these butterflies keeping

Me up all night.


But the past two evenings

Are quite different

Causing nervousness in a different way

Tonight you told me your deepest darkest

Secret, family doesn’t know only

Former spouse, who became former because of it, this secret, this past.


This heartache you experienced this

Loss of innocence has changed you

I will never know the person you

May have been had this never

Happened to you, but I know you’re

A pretty great person now.


Insomnia comes with the weight

Of being told something of such

Gravity in confidence but it

Must not compare to the

struggles you have endured

As you walked your path

dealing with this.


I hardly know you – do you

have a middle name? Were

you named for a family

member? Do you have a

Favorite color? Yet, now

I know this about you.


My heart is heavy

My brain is spinning

My soul is sad for you


But because I am me

Because I have never experienced

Anything like this

Because no one else has ever told

Me anything of such gravity and I

Don’t know what’s possible

Or impossible


I have hope. I am full

Of optimism. I see happy days.

I see healthy days. You

already seem so well-adjusted

It’s just this one thing, one

Enormous thing.


I don’t know how to help

I can only listen, without judgement

And hope you know I am

Here for you, to help you

sleep if you need, to help you

Find words if they’re lost. To help

You quiet your mind. To help

You lighten your heart.


I am here. You are

Wonderful, amazing

Strong, caring, kind, loving.

February 12

January 12

Life is Sweet


Why do you let your dreams

Settle at the bottom of your life

Under the weight of the day to day

Like an unstirred blob of honey

At the bottom of a warm mug of tea

Not sweetening the drink

Not making a difference

Resulting in something less enjoyable

Than it could be?


(A free verse poem)