Poetry Blog

When I grow weary of the sharp-tongued world / of men grown callous, bloated with self / of truth unspooling into knotted lies / of indifference, slack and drifting / or cruelty, bright-edged as a blade / I slip away to hear the liturgy of the marsh . . .

This morning the rain arrived before the sun, / lightning stippling the sky in a staccato imitation of dawn. / The wind turned the trees feral, / and my porch chimes danced a fierce, unruly hymn. . . .

They say that, / as the curtain falls on / this one wild and precious life,* / an internal projector / plays a recap / of this romp on the stage . . .

Daydream with me of a world / Where everyone can see / How connected we really are / Tiny diamonds on Indra's net . . .

Welcome, pilgrim. / Lay down your burdens with your luggage. / Neglect your phone as you have neglected quiet. . . .

I am a honeybee / And my business is beauty / I am irresistibly drawn to / Color, fragrance and sweetness . . .

Let me slay my illusion of isolation / It is a lie I have believed / Let me smash it on the hard tile floor / And neglect to sweep up the shards . . .

In my summer childhood memory / I stand at the edge of the lake / Oblivious to the warm drizzle / A white quilt of mist hovers . . .

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

When a storm overtakes you / the kind that satellites see / as a massive, swirling spiral / its curved arms knocking down . . .

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...

Born on the fourth day of God's great goodness Your Creator crowned you to govern the night You haunt my earliest memories waking me in...

It's still dark when I open the back door to let in the cat, but something calls me to step out into the cool stillness. At the edge of...

I AM the radiant sunburst, the painted skyscape behind the power lines and strip malls I AM the roiling storm clouds of deep blue gray...

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...