The number of vertebrae in the human spine
when coccyx bones are counted individually.
The temperature at which water boils on the Newton
scale. In Fahrenheit, just above freezing.
It’s a […]
It is winter. It is cold.
Meek sky offers no color.
Hardwood skeletons assemble
along the treeline. Roots knuckle up
through blizzard’s encumbrance, grasping at sunrise.
Rhododendrons sa […]
The Bear’s Back
Last night I dreamt of a bear
who carries us through the forest on his back.
He goes through the mud,
we cling to his fur,
he wants to bury us
in a storyteller’s thro […]
Full Snow Moon
Fat and slow, she climbs the eastern sky
like an old woman climbs stairs,
holding onto tree branches and stars
to make her way to February’s zenith.
She rises on time, a beacon fully se […]
In the bath a spider crawls along the ledge.
It’s tiny enough that it doesn’t scare
this arachnophobe. Isn’t that the way
fear works, the smaller the threat the less
a reason to run? Unlike the […]
In the infinite silence
of her velvety skin, she roams
through moon water at night,
scours coastal shallows, glides
around th […]
It must have been her accent
that seduced and baffled my ears.
The Egyptian woman, still lost
in the desert air of Cairo,
read her poems filled with water
from the Nile and blue heaven,
In my almost 80 years it seems as if I have lived numerous lives because the world has changed so swiftly under my feet. My world now as a mother, grandmother and great-grandmother, pastor’s wife and poet could n […]
23 Feet Deep
The footway we walk sketches
brown lines on green fields that seem
to hover over the Irish Sea. All around us
sheep and cows hold their mouths to grass,
unmindful of heaven. This perpetual […]
As a child, one of the most thrilling things to me was the story my father told about how he, at the age of ten, first encountered Indians on a dusty road near the Flandreau Santee Indian Reservation in South […]
2nd place winner of the Streetlight 2017 Poetry Contest
My Grandmother Kills a Chicken
The hen house her grocery,
she strode the aisles of cluck,
straw, and feathers for eggs
reaching under each bird […]
1st place winner of the Streetlight 2017 Poetry Contest
Home of W.B. Yeats
Massive stone, empty air, the river’s
cool breath, a space the poet enters.
Image stacked upon image reveals
his w […]
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