Poetry Blog

How would it be to live like an ear, / as if my entire purpose was to listen? / Listening to the person in front of me, / hanging on their words as if they are / the last other human left alive on the earth . . .

A scenic wall calendar / from three decades ago, / pulled from the bottom of a drawer / shows December’s squares / especially crammed with tiny scrawls / about kids’ play rehearsals . . .

When I go to the grocery store / Snag a cart and push down the aisles / A crowd trails behind me / The whole way . . .

This life can seem so random / as if you came spurting out of your mother's body / into a swirling pool where you floated around . . .

... Shame is contagious / It is passed down, parent to child / in cutting words and / explosions of rage ...

In this new year, I promise that I will let myself get carried away by my passion projects, to lose all sense of time or . . .

When life’s four-by-four fence post / blindsides you from behind / and you find yourself cycling through / all the stages of grief . . .

First, you have to get sick of being a caterpillar. Weary of never-ending consumption, outgrowing your clothes, eyes trained on . . .

When you were a girl, you loved a kitten with such fierceness that you ground your teeth telling her how cute she was. It took . . .

I came to the forest pondering the source of insight and generosity how to be loving and life-giving in a season of culminations and...

I used to think I was alone here within myself alone in my struggle to be who I thought I ought to be

I am one who waits within the midnight of this shell I feel my own fragility all the possibilities for disaster cracked exterior and...

When I was a girl I found a stray kitten Feral and frightened it ran and hid and would not come to my kitty-kitty calls But my love was...

I wrote that " For Celeste " poem in 2012 when I was in the middle of a health crisis that had set me on a path of desperately seeking a...

For Celeste I see you, though you try to hide Blending into the wall Daughter of a defective mother (Whose empty eyes betray her lipstick...