
My Poetry and Prose Blogology

Our Hometown
“You're not my hometown, but—
there was a before—where we all lived together—”



The Spirits of Stars
“I secretly spy behind the edge of an echo
observing little children jump and laugh
climbing upon sparks of excitement
discovering endless colors in new friends…”






The Last Conclave
“tall stacks signal pride
as rising black smoke broadcasts
my home’s fall from grace…”

Her Life as a Pitcher
“A silver water pitcher
gifted for our wedding
forty-five years of age
reflected young smiles…”

Our Forest Home
“raindrops feel different in spring / drizzling anxious bark / melting our xylem frosts / pumping hushed hope…”






Detached Logic
“don’t let a fool’s paradise
cheat you of true paradise”
Photo courtesy of my friend Jessica Crystal

A Common Thread
“the vastness of the sea
brings me serenity
as I ponder our residue
in her galactic churns of life…”
