Apr 9 2021

the way things sometimes are

she chose
the flower

he named
the scent

Apr 8 2021

crop circles and tiny truths

getting old is a bitch

but it beats the alternative

truth matters

no really, it does

common sense can’t be taught

science can

the word feminism was coined by a man

of course

we’re all lost

on the same planet

i hope i’m gone

before they make the sky

less blue





Apr 7 2021

tell me a story

and i’ll show you a seed
left to dry in an envelope

or an avalanche of words
dropped cold on a doorstep

or a curtain barely moving
in a window filled with need

Apr 6 2021


the right thing
is almost never
the easiest thing

and i watch you
doing everything
the hard way

taking root
in the furrow
of new growth

this morning the sun
strode straight past
the center of longing

we’re both here

(or there)



Apr 5 2021


these days
i drink information
through a funnel

an endless stream
of bits and bytes

hoping for
a nibble

or a pause
just long enough

to gasp





Apr 4 2021

ordinary lives

a broken phone
will not deliver
cries for help

an ordinary walk
an ordinary day
sun shining down on both of us

a conversation
standard pleasantries
locked inside a panic box
neither fixable
nor fixed
in place
or time
or mind

it’s like i’m trapped
inside my own body

you said

can i ask you something
are you afraid of me

an ordinary house
an ordinary room
your dog asleep in the sun

as you broke into pieces
again and again and again

Apr 3 2021

morning story

it’s not that
everything’s rosy

or perfect
(the horror!)

but there are flowers

and sunshine

presiding over tea

and i have this minute
(just the one)

to marvel
at the color
of stamina

Apr 2 2021


i wrote a book
and threw it away

planted seed
and failed to weed

learned to play
and broke my fiddle

climbed a mountain
and laughed an echo

mixed the dough
and measured hunger

fought the wind
and ran for miles

counted stitches
and broke the needle

breathed in sky
and failed to fly

opened arms
and held you high

Apr 30 2016

dead end unknown

what’s around
the next corner is always mystery

walk anyway
heart open

be a little naive
on occasion

grin at corny jokes
and let a child win

there are a million second chances
and there are no second chances

the path always starts at the beginning
but we never know where it ends

keep walking


spread your arms wide

twirl in circles

be the fool
filled with wonder
be the fool

laugh like there’s no



Whew, I didi it! A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month: Day 30
I’m participating in NaPoWriMo, and the Writer’s Digest Poem a Day Challenge
Today’s theme is PAD’s write a dead end poem.

Apr 29 2016

haphazard recollection

i remember:

racing barefoot through wet grass at first light

northern lights glowing green above a broken picnic table

three moons on three nights

innocence and wonder (lost and reclaimed)

the sound of my own heart breaking

forgetting to look both ways

holding the feather of your hand in a sea of rough sheets

scattered petals on a bridge leading forward

the owlish sound of love

being here being there being here




A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month: Day 29
I’m participating in NaPoWriMo, and the Writer’s Digest Poem a Day Challenge
Today’s theme is a combo of NaPo’s I remember: and PAD’s write a haphazard poem.